`` Oh , but I 've left out the transforming thing , '' said Anne softly . `` There 'll be love there , Phil -- faithful , tender love , such as I 'll never find anywhere else in the world -- love that 's waiting for me . That makes my picture a masterpiece , does n't it , even if the colors are not very brilliant ? '' Phil silently got up , tossed her box of chocolates away , went up to Anne , and put her arms about her . `` Anne , I wish I was like you , '' she said soberly . Diana met Anne at the Carmody station the next night , and they drove home together under silent , star-sown depths of sky . Green Gables had a very festal appearance as they drove up the lane . There was a light in every window , the glow breaking out through the darkness like flame-red blossoms swung against the dark background of the Haunted Wood . And in the yard was a brave bonfire with two gay little figures dancing around it , one of which gave an unearthly yell as the buggy turned in under the poplars . `` Davy means that for an Indian war-whoop , '' said Diana . `` Mr. Harrison 's hired boy taught it to him , and he 's been practicing it up to welcome you with . Mrs. Lynde says it has worn her nerves to a frazzle . He creeps up behind her , you know , and then lets go . He was determined to have a bonfire for you , too . He 's been piling up branches for a fortnight and pestering Marilla to be let pour some kerosene oil over it before setting it on fire . I guess she did , by the smell , though Mrs. Lynde said up to the last that Davy would blow himself and everybody else up if he was let . '' Anne was out of the buggy by this time , and Davy was rapturously hugging her knees , while even Dora was clinging to her hand . `` Is n't that a bully bonfire , Anne ? Just let me show you how to poke it -- see the sparks ? I did it for you , Anne , 'cause I was so glad you were coming home . ''
The kitchen door opened and Marilla 's spare form darkened XXXXX the inner light .
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