Every little cove along the curving road was a marvel of dancing ripples . The waves broke with a soft swish on the rocks below them , and the tang of the sea was in the strong , fresh air . `` Oh , but it 's good to be alive and to be going home , '' breathed Anne . When she crossed the log bridge over the brook the kitchen light of Green Gables winked her a friendly welcome back , and through the open door shone the hearth fire , sending out its warm red glow athwart the chilly autumn night . Anne ran blithely up the hill and into the kitchen , where a hot supper was waiting on the table . `` So you 've got back ? '' said Marilla , folding up her knitting . `` Yes , and oh , it 's so good to be back , '' said Anne joyously . `` I could kiss everything , even to the clock . Marilla , a broiled chicken ! You do n't mean to say you cooked that for me ! '' `` Yes , I did , '' said Marilla . `` I thought you 'd be hungry after such a drive and need something real appetizing . Hurry and take off your things , and we 'll have supper as soon as Matthew comes in . I 'm glad you 've got back , I must say . It 's been fearful lonesome here without you , and I never put in four longer days . '' After supper Anne sat before the fire between Matthew and Marilla , and gave them a full account of her visit . `` I 've had a splendid time , '' she concluded happily , `` and I feel that it marks an epoch in my life . But the best of it all was the coming home . '' CHAPTER XXX .
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