Shall you be lonely when I'm away ?" "Not with that light and that loveliness for company.

Who lives in that house, Gilbert ?" "I don't know.

It doesn't look--exactly--as if the occupants would be kindred spirits, Anne, does it ?" The house was a large, substantial affair, painted such a vivid green that the landscape seemed quite faded by contrast.

There was an orchard behind it, and a nicely kept lawn before it, but, somehow, there was a certain bareness about it.

Perhaps its neatness was responsible for this; the whole establishment, house, barns, orchard, garden, lawn and lane, was so starkly neat.
"It doesn't seem probable that anyone with that taste in paint could be VERY kindred," acknowledged Anne, "unless it were an accident--like our blue hall.