It was a September evening and all the gaps and clearings in the woods were brimmed up with ruby sunset light . Here and there the lane was splashed with it , but for the most part it was already quite shadowy beneath the maples , and the spaces under the firs were filled with a clear violet dusk like airy wine . The winds were out in their tops , and there is no sweeter music on earth than that which the wind makes in the fir trees at evening . The cows swung placidly down the lane , and Anne followed them dreamily , repeating aloud the battle canto from MARMION -- which had also been part of their English course the preceding winter and which Miss Stacy had made them learn off by heart -- and exulting in its rushing lines and the clash of spears in its imagery . When she came to the lines The stubborn spearsmen still made good Their dark impenetrable wood , she stopped in ecstasy to shut her eyes that she might the better fancy herself one of that heroic ring . When she opened them again it was to behold Diana coming through the gate that led into the Barry field and looking so important that Anne instantly divined there was news to be told . But betray too eager curiosity she would not . `` Is n't this evening just like a purple dream , Diana ? It makes me so glad to be alive . In the mornings I always think the mornings are best ; but when evening comes I think it 's lovelier still . '' `` It 's a very fine evening , '' said Diana , `` but oh , I have such news , Anne . Guess . You can have three guesses . '' `` Charlotte Gillis is going to be married in the church after all and Mrs. Allan wants us to decorate it , '' cried Anne . `` No . Charlotte 's beau wo n't agree to that , because nobody ever has been married in the church yet , and he thinks it would seem too much like a funeral . It 's too mean , because it would be such fun . Guess again . '' `` Jane 's mother is going to let her have a birthday party ? '' Diana shook her head , her black eyes dancing with merriment .
`` I ca n't think what it can be , '' said Anne in despair , `` unless it 's XXXXX Moody Spurgeon MacPherson saw you home from prayer meeting last night .
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