Little Joe 's mother 's cake was the last word in cakes ; Captain Jim was the prince of gracious hosts , never even permitting his eyes to wander to the corner where the life-book lay , in all its bravery of green and gold . But when his door finally closed behind Anne and Leslie they knew that he went straight to it , and as they walked home they pictured the delight of the old man poring over the printed pages wherein his own life was portrayed with all the charm and color of reality itself . `` I wonder how he will like the ending -- the ending I suggested , '' said Leslie . She was never to know . Early the next morning Anne awakened to find Gilbert bending over her , fully dressed , and with an expression of anxiety on his face . `` Are you called out ? '' she asked drowsily . `` No . Anne , I 'm afraid there 's something wrong at the Point . It 's an hour after sunrise now , and the light is still burning . You know it has always been a matter of pride with Captain Jim to start the light the moment the sun sets , and put it out the moment it rises . '' Anne sat up in dismay . Through her window she saw the light blinking palely against the blue skies of dawn . `` Perhaps he has fallen asleep over his life-book , '' she said anxiously , `` or become so absorbed in it that he has forgotten the light . '' Gilbert shook his head . `` That would n't be like Captain Jim . Anyway , I 'm going down to see . '' `` Wait a minute and I 'll go with you , '' exclaimed Anne . `` Oh , yes , I must -- Little Jem will sleep for an hour yet , and I 'll call Susan . You may need a woman 's help if Captain Jim is ill . ''
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