Today Diana said something funny and I found myself laughing . I thought when it happened I could never laugh again . And it somehow seems as if I ought n't to . '' `` When Matthew was here he liked to hear you laugh and he liked to know that you found pleasure in the pleasant things around you , '' said Mrs. Allan gently . `` He is just away now ; and he likes to know it just the same . I am sure we should not shut our hearts against the healing influences that nature offers us . But I can understand your feeling . I think we all experience the same thing . We resent the thought that anything can please us when someone we love is no longer here to share the pleasure with us , and we almost feel as if we were unfaithful to our sorrow when we find our interest in life returning to us . '' `` I was down to the graveyard to plant a rosebush on Matthew 's grave this afternoon , '' said Anne dreamily . `` I took a slip of the little white Scotch rosebush his mother brought out from Scotland long ago ; Matthew always liked those roses the best -- they were so small and sweet on their thorny stems . It made me feel glad that I could plant it by his grave -- as if I were doing something that must please him in taking it there to be near him . I hope he has roses like them in heaven . Perhaps the souls of all those little white roses that he has loved so many summers were all there to meet him . I must go home now . Marilla is all alone and she gets lonely at twilight . '' `` She will be lonelier still , I fear , when you go away again to college , '' said Mrs. Allan . Anne did not reply ; she said good night and went slowly back to green Gables . Marilla was sitting on the front door-steps and Anne sat down beside her . The door was open behind them , held back by a big pink conch shell with hints of sea sunsets in its smooth inner convolutions .
Anne gathered some sprays of pale-yellow honeysuckle and put them XXXXX her hair .
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