They walked home together . Mrs. Allan 's face was not the face of the girlbride whom the minister had brought to Avonlea five years before . It had lost some of its bloom and youthful curves , and there were fine , patient lines about eyes and mouth . A tiny grave in that very cemetery accounted for some of them ; and some new ones had come during the recent illness , now happily over , of her little son . But Mrs. Allan 's dimples were as sweet and sudden as ever , her eyes as clear and bright and true ; and what her face lacked of girlish beauty was now more than atoned for in added tenderness and strength . `` I suppose you are looking forward to your vacation , Anne ? '' she said , as they left the graveyard . Anne nodded . `` Yes ... I could roll the word as a sweet morsel under my tongue . I think the summer is going to be lovely . For one thing , Mrs. Morgan is coming to the Island in July and Priscilla is going to bring her up . I feel one of my old ` thrills ' at the mere thought . '' `` I hope you 'll have a good time , Anne . You 've worked very hard this past year and you have succeeded . '' `` Oh , I do n't know . I 've come so far short in so many things . I have n't done what I meant to do when I began to teach last fall . I have n't lived up to my ideals . '' `` None of us ever do , '' said Mrs. Allan with a sigh . `` But then , Anne , you know what Lowell says , ` Not failure but low aim is crime . '
We must have ideals and try XXXXX live up to them , even if we never quite succeed .
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