magnificent; and her lips were as crimson as the bunch
of blood-red poppies she wore at her belt.

"Gilbert, who is the girl we have just passed?" asked
Anne, in a low voice.

"I didn't notice any girl," said Gilbert, who had eyes
only for his bride.

"She was standing by that gate--no, don't look back.
She is still watching us. I never saw such a beautiful
face."

"I don't remember seeing any very handsome girls while
I was here. There are some pretty girls up at the
Glen, but I hardly think they could be called
beautiful."

"This girl is. You can't have seen her, or you would
remember her. Nobody could forget her. I never saw
such a face except in pictures. And her hair! It made
me think of Browning's `cord of gold' and `gorgeous
snake'!"

"Probably she's some visitor in Four Winds--likely
some one from that big summer hotel over the harbor."

"She wore a white apron and she was driving geese."

"She might do that for amusement. Look, Anne--there's