`` Anne Shirley ! '' exclaimed Marilla . For once in her life she was surprised out of her reserve ; she caught her girl in her arms and crushed her and her flowers against her heart , kissing the bright hair and sweet face warmly . `` I never looked for you till tomorrow night . How did you get from Carmody ? '' `` Walked , dearest of Marillas . Have n't I done it a score of times in the Queen 's days ? The mailman is to bring my trunk tomorrow ; I just got homesick all at once , and came a day earlier . And oh ! I 've had such a lovely walk in the May twilight ; I stopped by the barrens and picked these Mayflowers ; I came through Violet-Vale ; it 's just a big bowlful of violets now -- the dear , sky-tinted things . Smell them , Marilla -- drink them in . '' Marilla sniffed obligingly , but she was more interested in Anne than in drinking violets . `` Sit down , child . You must be real tired . I 'm going to get you some supper . '' `` There 's a darling moonrise behind the hills tonight , Marilla , and oh , how the frogs sang me home from Carmody ! I do love the music of the frogs . It seems bound up with all my happiest recollections of old spring evenings . And it always reminds me of the night I came here first . Do you remember it , Marilla ? ''
`` Well , yes , '' said Marilla XXXXX emphasis .
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