And she got just what she wanted , which is something very few people do , I believe . She had four beautiful years before she died ... four years of perfect happiness , so I think she was to be envied more than pitied . And then to shut your eyes and fall asleep among roses , with the one you loved best on earth smiling down at you ... oh , I think it was beautiful ! '' `` She set out those cherry trees over there , '' said Diana . `` She told mother she 'd never live to eat their fruit , but she wanted to think that something she had planted would go on living and helping to make the world beautiful after she was dead . '' `` I 'm so glad we came this way , '' said Anne , the shining-eyed . `` This is my adopted birthday , you know , and this garden and its story is the birthday gift it has given me . Did your mother ever tell you what Hester Gray looked like , Diana ? '' `` No ... only just that she was pretty . '' `` I 'm rather glad of that , because I can imagine what she looked like , without being hampered by facts . I think she was very slight and small , with softly curling dark hair and big , sweet , timid brown eyes , and a little wistful , pale face . '' The girls left their baskets in Hester 's garden and spent the rest of the afternoon rambling in the woods and fields surrounding it , discovering many pretty nooks and lanes . When they got hungry they had lunch in the prettiest spot of all ... on the steep bank of a gurgling brook where white birches shot up out of long feathery grasses . The girls sat down by the roots and did full justice to Anne 's dainties , even the unpoetical sandwiches being greatly appreciated by hearty , unspoiled appetites sharpened by all the fresh air and exercise they had enjoyed . Anne had brought glasses and lemonade for her guests , but for her own part drank cold brook water from a cup fashioned out of birch bark . The cup leaked , and the water tasted of earth , as brook water is apt to do in spring ; but Anne thought it more appropriate to the occasion than lemonade . `` Look do you see that poem ? '' she said suddenly , pointing . `` Where ? '' Jane and Diana stared , as if expecting to see Runic rhymes on the birch trees .
`` There ... down in the brook ... XXXXX old green , mossy log with the water flowing over it in those smooth ripples that look as if they 'd been combed , and that single shaft of sunshine falling right athwart it , far down into the pool .
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