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ANNE’S HOUSE OF DREAMS
shadowy and suggestive, with dim coves and rich glooms and jewelling lights.
“How the home lights shine out tonight through the dark!” said Anne. “That string of them over the harbor looks like a necklace. And what a coruscation there is up at the Glen! Oh, look, Gilbert; there is ours. I’m so glad we left it burning. I hate to come home to a dark house. Our homelight, Gilbert! Isn’t it lovely to see?”
“Just one of earth’s many millions of homes, Anne—girl—but ours—ours—our beacon in ‘a naughty world.’ When a fellow has a home and a dear, little, red-haired wife in it what more need he ask of life?”
“Well, he might ask one thing more,” whispered Anne happily. “Oh, Gilbert, it seems as if I just couldn’t wait for the spring.”
