I confess that , to this day , I can not help fancying its little , furtive footsteps behind me when I come here after nightfall . I 'm not afraid of the White Lady or the headless man or the skeletons , but I wish I had never imagined that baby 's ghost into existence . How angry Marilla and Mrs. Barry were over that affair , '' concluded Anne , with reminiscent laughter . The woods around the head of the marsh were full of purple vistas , threaded with gossamers . Past a dour plantation of gnarled spruces and a maple-fringed , sun-warm valley they found the `` something '' Gilbert was looking for . `` Ah , here it is , '' he said with satisfaction . `` An apple tree -- and away back here ! '' exclaimed Anne delightedly . `` Yes , a veritable apple-bearing apple tree , too , here in the very midst of pines and beeches , a mile away from any orchard . I was here one day last spring and found it , all white with blossom . So I resolved I 'd come again in the fall and see if it had been apples . See , it 's loaded . They look good , too -- tawny as russets but with a dusky red cheek . Most wild seedlings are green and uninviting . '' `` I suppose it sprang years ago from some chance-sown seed , '' said Anne dreamily . `` And how it has grown and flourished and held its own here all alone among aliens , the brave determined thing ! '' `` Here 's a fallen tree with a cushion of moss . Sit down , Anne -- it will serve for a woodland throne . I 'll climb for some apples . They all grow high -- the tree had to reach up to the sunlight . ''
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