Early the next morning Anne awakened to find Gilbert bending over her , fully dressed , and with an expression of anxiety on his face . `` Are you called out ? '' she asked drowsily . `` No . Anne , I 'm afraid there 's something wrong at the Point . It 's an hour after sunrise now , and the light is still burning . You know it has always been a matter of pride with Captain Jim to start the light the moment the sun sets , and put it out the moment it rises . '' Anne sat up in dismay . Through her window she saw the light blinking palely against the blue skies of dawn . `` Perhaps he has fallen asleep over his life-book , '' she said anxiously , `` or become so absorbed in it that he has forgotten the light . '' Gilbert shook his head . `` That would n't be like Captain Jim . Anyway , I 'm going down to see . '' `` Wait a minute and I 'll go with you , '' exclaimed Anne . `` Oh , yes , I must -- Little Jem will sleep for an hour yet , and I 'll call Susan . You may need a woman 's help if Captain Jim is ill . '' It was an exquisite morning , full of tints and sounds at once ripe and delicate . The harbor was sparkling and dimpling like a girl ; white gulls were soaring over the dunes ; beyond the bar was a shining , wonderful sea . The long fields by the shore were dewy and fresh in that first fine , purely-tinted light . The wind came dancing and whistling up the channel to replace the beautiful silence with a music more beautiful still .
Had it not been XXXXX the baleful star on the white tower that early walk would have been a delight to Anne and Gilbert .
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