Anne , are you not glad ? '' `` Oh , Leslie , ` glad ' is n't the word for it ! It seems almost too good to be true . I sha 'n' t feel half so badly now that I know this dear spot will never be desecrated by a vandal tribe , or left to tumble down in decay . Why , it 's lovely ! It 's lovely ! '' One October morning Anne wakened to the realisation that she had slept for the last time under the roof of her little house . The day was too busy to indulge regret and when evening came the house was stripped and bare . Anne and Gilbert were alone in it to say farewell . Leslie and Susan and Little Jem had gone to the Glen with the last load of furniture . The sunset light streamed in through the curtainless windows . `` It has all such a heart-broken , reproachful look , has n't it ? '' said Anne . `` Oh , I shall be so homesick at the Glen tonight ! '' `` We have been very happy here , have n't we , Anne-girl ? '' said Gilbert , his voice full of feeling . Anne choked , unable to answer . Gilbert waited for her at the fir-tree gate , while she went over the house and said farewell to every room . She was going away ; but the old house would still be there , looking seaward through its quaint windows . The autumn winds would blow around it mournfully , and the gray rain would beat upon it and the white mists would come in from the sea to enfold it ; and the moonlight would fall over it and light up the old paths where the schoolmaster and his bride had walked .
There on that old harbor shore the charm XXXXX story would linger ; the wind would still whistle alluringly over the silver sand-dunes ; the waves would still call from the red rock-coves .
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