It 's meant for the sheer joy of living , is n't it ? '' `` If I had my way I 'd shut everything out of your life but happiness and pleasure , Anne , '' said Gilbert in the tone that meant `` danger ahead . '' `` Then you would be very unwise , '' rejoined Anne hastily . `` I 'm sure no life can be properly developed and rounded out without some trial and sorrow -- though I suppose it is only when we are pretty comfortable that we admit it . Come -- the others have got to the pavilion and are beckoning to us . '' They all sat down in the little pavilion to watch an autumn sunset of deep red fire and pallid gold . To their left lay Kingsport , its roofs and spires dim in their shroud of violet smoke . To their right lay the harbor , taking on tints of rose and copper as it stretched out into the sunset . Before them the water shimmered , satin smooth and silver gray , and beyond , clean shaven William 's Island loomed out of the mist , guarding the town like a sturdy bulldog . Its lighthouse beacon flared through the mist like a baleful star , and was answered by another in the far horizon . `` Did you ever see such a strong-looking place ? '' asked Philippa . `` I do n't want William 's Island especially , but I 'm sure I could n't get it if I did . Look at that sentry on the summit of the fort , right beside the flag . Does n't he look as if he had stepped out of a romance ? '' `` Speaking of romance , '' said Priscilla , `` we 've been looking for heather -- but , of course , we could n't find any . It 's too late in the season , I suppose . '' `` Heather ! '' exclaimed Anne . `` Heather does n't grow in America , does it ? ''
`` There are just two patches of it in the whole continent , '' said Phil , `` one right here in the park , and one somewhere else XXXXX Nova Scotia , I forget where .
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