The ways of Four Winds were less staid and settled and grooved than those of Avonlea; winds of change blew over them; the sea called ever to the dwellers on shore, and even those who might not answer its call felt the thrill and unrest and mystery and possibilities of it.
"I understand now why some men must go to sea," said Anne.

"That desire which comes to us all at times--'to sail beyond the bourne of sunset'-- must be very imperious when it is born in you.

I don't wonder Captain Jim ran away because of it.

I never see a ship sailing out of the channel, or a gull soaring over the sand-bar, without wishing I were on board the ship or had wings, not like a dove 'to fly away and be at rest,' but like a gull, to sweep out into the very heart of a storm." "You'll stay right here with me, Anne-girl," said Gilbert lazily.

"I won't have you flying away from me into the hearts of storms." They were sitting on their red sand-stone doorstep in the late afternoon.