`` Sit down , child . You must be real tired . I 'm going to get you some supper . '' `` There 's a darling moonrise behind the hills tonight , Marilla , and oh , how the frogs sang me home from Carmody ! I do love the music of the frogs . It seems bound up with all my happiest recollections of old spring evenings . And it always reminds me of the night I came here first . Do you remember it , Marilla ? '' `` Well , yes , '' said Marilla with emphasis . `` I 'm not likely to forget it ever . '' `` They used to sing so madly in the marsh and brook that year . I would listen to them at my window in the dusk , and wonder how they could seem so glad and so sad at the same time . Oh , but it 's good to be home again ! Redmond was splendid and Bolingbroke delightful -- but Green Gables is HOME . '' `` Gilbert is n't coming home this summer , I hear , '' said Marilla . `` No . '' Something in Anne 's tone made Marilla glance at her sharply , but Anne was apparently absorbed in arranging her violets in a bowl . `` See , are n't they sweet ? '' she went on hurriedly . `` The year is a book , is n't it , Marilla ?
Spring 's pages are written in Mayflowers and violets , summer 's in roses , autumn 's in red maple leaves , and winter XXXXX holly and evergreen . ''
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