She liked the appearance of her new home very much.

It seemed to have the atmosphere of Green Gables and the flavor of her old traditions.
"I think I would have found Miss Elizabeth Russell a 'kindred spirit,'" she murmured when she was alone in her room.

There were two windows in it; the dormer one looked out on the lower harbor and the sand-bar and the Four Winds light.
"A magic casement opening on the foam Of perilous seas in fairy lands forlorn," quoted Anne softly.

The gable window gave a view of a little harvest-hued valley through which a brook ran.

Half a mile up the brook was the only house in sight--an old, rambling, gray one surrounded by huge willows through which its windows peered, like shy, seeking eyes, into the dusk.