Far up in the shadows a cheerful light gleamed out through the trees from the kitchen at Green Gables.

Anne suddenly came close to Marilla and slipped her hand into the older woman's hard palm.
"It's lovely to be going home and know it's home," she said.

"I love Green Gables already, and I never loved any place before.

No place ever seemed like home.

Oh, Marilla, I'm so happy.