Oh, if we could just know that Jem is all right! I used to be so furious with Jem when he called me Spider.

And now, if he would just come whistling through the hall and call out, 'Hello, Spider,' as he used to do, I would think it the loveliest name in the world." Rilla put away her diary and went out to the garden.

The spring evening was very lovely.

The long, green, seaward-looking glen was filled with dusk, and beyond it were meadows of sunset.

The harbour was radiant, purple here, azure there, opal elsewhere.