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 in Nova Scotia , I forget where . The famous Highland Regiment , the Black Watch , camped here one year , and , when the men shook out the straw of their beds in the spring , some seeds of heather took root . '' `` Oh , how delightful ! '' said enchanted Anne . `` Let 's go home around by Spofford Avenue , '' suggested Gilbert . `` We can see all ` the handsome houses where the wealthy nobles dwell . '
Spofford Avenue is the finest residential street XXXXX Kingsport .
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