The Life Book was the best book he 's ever written and he got the material for that right here in Four Winds . '' `` Captain Jim gave him the most of that , you know . And he collected it all over the world . But Owen 's books are all delightful , I think . '' `` Oh , they 're well enough as far as they go . I make it a point to read every one he writes , though I 've always held , Anne dearie , that reading novels is a sinful waste of time . I shall write and tell him my opinion of this Japanese business , believe ME . Does he want Kenneth and Persis to be converted into pagans ? '' With which unanswerable conundrum Miss Cornelia took her departure . Susan proceeded to put Rilla in bed and Anne sat on the veranda steps under the early stars and dreamed her incorrigible dreams and learned all over again for the hundredth happy time what a moonrise splendour and sheen could be on Four Winds Harbour . CHAPTER III . THE INGLESIDE CHILDREN In daytime the Blythe children liked very well to play in the rich , soft greens and glooms of the big maple grove between Ingleside and the Glen St. Mary pond ; but for evening revels there was no place like the little valley behind the maple grove . It was a fairy realm of romance to them . Once , looking from the attic windows of Ingleside , through the mist and aftermath of a summer thunderstorm , they had seen the beloved spot arched by a glorious rainbow , one end of which seemed to dip straight down to where a corner of the pond ran up into the lower end of the valley . `` Let us call it Rainbow Valley , '' said Walter delightedly , and Rainbow Valley thenceforth it was . Outside of Rainbow Valley the wind might be rollicking and boisterous . Here it always went gently . Little , winding , fairy paths ran here and there over spruce roots cushioned with moss . Wild cherry trees , that in blossom time would be misty white , were scattered all over the valley , mingling with the dark spruces . A little brook with amber waters ran through it from the Glen village .
The houses XXXXX the village were comfortably far away ; only at the upper end of the valley was a little tumble-down , deserted cottage , referred to as `` the old Bailey house . ''
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