You do n't know how my heart longs for it . '' `` You wo n't have much of a time , '' said Phil scornfully . `` There 'll be one or two quilting parties , I suppose ; and all the old gossips will talk you over to your face and behind your back . You 'll die of lonesomeness , child . '' `` In Avonlea ? '' said Anne , highly amused . `` Now , if you 'd come with me you 'd have a perfectly gorgeous time . Bolingbroke would go wild over you , Queen Anne -- your hair and your style and , oh , everything ! You 're so DIFFERENT . You 'd be such a success -- and I would bask in reflected glory -- ` not the rose but near the rose . ' Do come , after all , Anne . '' `` Your picture of social triumphs is quite fascinating , Phil , but I 'll paint one to offset it . I 'm going home to an old country farmhouse , once green , rather faded now , set among leafless apple orchards . There is a brook below and a December fir wood beyond , where I 've heard harps swept by the fingers of rain and wind . There is a pond nearby that will be gray and brooding now . There will be two oldish ladies in the house , one tall and thin , one short and fat ; and there will be two twins , one a perfect model , the other what Mrs. Lynde calls a ` holy terror . ' There will be a little room upstairs over the porch , where old dreams hang thick , and a big , fat , glorious feather bed which will almost seem the height of luxury after a boardinghouse mattress . How do you like my picture , Phil ? '' `` It seems a very dull one , '' said Phil , with a grimace . `` Oh , but I 've left out the transforming thing , '' said Anne softly .
`` There 'll be love there , Phil -- faithful , tender love , such as I 'll never find anywhere else XXXXX the world -- love that 's waiting for me .
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