Accordingly they went house-hunting , but to find just what they wanted proved even harder than Priscilla had feared . Houses there were galore , furnished and unfurnished ; but one was too big , another too small ; this one too expensive , that one too far from Redmond . Exams were on and over ; the last week of the term came and still their `` house o'dreams , '' as Anne called it , remained a castle in the air . `` We shall have to give up and wait till the fall , I suppose , '' said Priscilla wearily , as they rambled through the park on one of April 's darling days of breeze and blue , when the harbor was creaming and shimmering beneath the pearl-hued mists floating over it . `` We may find some shack to shelter us then ; and if not , boardinghouses we shall have always with us . '' `` I 'm not going to worry about it just now , anyway , and spoil this lovely afternoon , '' said Anne , gazing around her with delight . The fresh chill air was faintly charged with the aroma of pine balsam , and the sky above was crystal clear and blue -- a great inverted cup of blessing . `` Spring is singing in my blood today , and the lure of April is abroad on the air . I 'm seeing visions and dreaming dreams , Pris . That 's because the wind is from the west . I do love the west wind . It sings of hope and gladness , does n't it ? When the east wind blows I always think of sorrowful rain on the eaves and sad waves on a gray shore . When I get old I shall have rheumatism when the wind is east . '' `` And is n't it jolly when you discard furs and winter garments for the first time and sally forth , like this , in spring attire ? '' laughed Priscilla . `` Do n't you feel as if you had been made over new ? '' `` Everything is new in the spring , '' said Anne . `` Springs themselves are always so new , too . No spring is ever just like any other spring .
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