"When I ponder on them seeds I don't find it nowise hard to believe that we've got souls that'll live in other worlds.

You couldn't hardly believe there was life in them tiny things, some no bigger than grains of dust, let alone color and scent, if you hadn't seen the miracle, could you ?" Anne, who was counting her days like silver beads on a rosary, could not now take the long walk to the lighthouse or up the Glen road.

But Miss Cornelia and Captain Jim came very often to the little house.
Miss Cornelia was the joy of Anne's and Gilbert's existence.

They laughed side-splittingly over her speeches after every visit.

When Captain Jim and she happened to visit the little house at the same time there was much sport for the listening.