I 'm just going to think about the drive . Oh , look , there 's one little early wild rose out ! Is n't it lovely ? Do n't you think it must be glad to be a rose ? Would n't it be nice if roses could talk ? I 'm sure they could tell us such lovely things . And is n't pink the most bewitching color in the world ? I love it , but I ca n't wear it . Redheaded people ca n't wear pink , not even in imagination . Did you ever know of anybody whose hair was red when she was young , but got to be another color when she grew up ? '' `` No , I do n't know as I ever did , '' said Marilla mercilessly , `` and I should n't think it likely to happen in your case either . '' Anne sighed . `` Well , that is another hope gone . ` My life is a perfect graveyard of buried hopes . ' That 's a sentence I read in a book once , and I say it over to comfort myself whenever I 'm disappointed in anything . '' `` I do n't see where the comforting comes in myself , '' said Marilla . `` Why , because it sounds so nice and romantic , just as if I were a heroine in a book , you know . I am so fond of romantic things , and a graveyard full of buried hopes is about as romantic a thing as one can imagine is n't it ? I 'm rather glad I have one . Are we going across the Lake of Shining Waters today ? ''
`` We 're not going over Barry 's pond , XXXXX that 's what you mean by your Lake of Shining Waters .
Anne Marilla Waters across as because if in of to