collected it all over the world. But Owen's books are all
delightful, I think."

"Oh, they're well enough as far as they go. I make it a point to
read every one he writes, though I've always held, Anne dearie,
that reading novels is a sinful waste of time. I shall write and
tell him my opinion of this Japanese business, believe ME. Does
he want Kenneth and Persis to be converted into pagans?"

With which unanswerable conundrum Miss Cornelia took her
departure. Susan proceeded to put Rilla in bed and Anne sat on
the veranda steps under the early stars and dreamed her
incorrigible dreams and learned all over again for the hundredth
happy time what a moonrise splendour and sheen could be on Four
Winds Harbour.



CHAPTER III. THE INGLESIDE CHILDREN

In daytime the Blythe children liked very well to play in the
rich, soft greens and glooms of the big maple grove between
Ingleside and the Glen St. Mary pond; but for evening revels
there was no place like the little valley behind the maple grove.
It was a fairy realm of romance to them. Once, looking from the
attic windows of Ingleside, through the mist and aftermath of a
summer thunderstorm, they had seen the beloved spot arched by a
glorious rainbow, one end of which seemed to dip straight down to
where a corner of the pond ran up into the lower end of the
valley.