CHAPTER 18.
SPRING DAYS The ice in the harbor grew black and rotten in the March suns; in April there were blue waters and a windy, white-capped gulf again; and again the Four Winds light begemmed the twilights.
"I'm so glad to see it once more," said Anne, on the first evening of its reappearance.

"I've missed it so all winter.

The northwestern sky has seemed blank and lonely without it." The land was tender with brand-new, golden-green, baby leaves.

There was an emerald mist on the woods beyond the Glen.

The seaward valleys were full of fairy mists at dawn.
Vibrant winds came and went with salt foam in their breath.