asked Diana dubiously . Anne shook her head . `` I do n't know and we ca n't afford to make any more mistakes . Here is a gate and a lane leading right into the wood . There must be a house at the other side . Let us go down and inquire . '' `` What a romantic old lane this it , '' said Diana , as they walked along its twists and turns . It ran under patriarchal old firs whose branches met above , creating a perpetual gloom in which nothing except moss could grow . On either hand were brown wood floors , crossed here and there by fallen lances of sunlight . All was very still and remote , as if the world and the cares of the world were far away . `` I feel as if we were walking through an enchanted forest , '' said Anne in a hushed tone . `` Do you suppose we 'll ever find our way back to the real world again , Diana ? We shall presently come to a palace with a spellbound princess in it , I think . '' Around the next turn they came in sight , not indeed of a palace , but of a little house almost as surprising as a palace would have been in this province of conventional wooden farmhouses , all as much alike in general characteristics as if they had grown from the same seed . Anne stopped short in rapture and Diana exclaimed , `` Oh , I know where we are now . That is the little stone house where Miss Lavendar Lewis lives ... Echo Lodge , she calls it , I think . I 've often heard of it but I 've never seen it before . Is n't it a romantic spot ? '' `` It 's the sweetest , prettiest place I ever saw or imagined , '' said Anne delightedly . `` It looks like a bit out of a story book or a dream . ''
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