But it looked right out on the Lake of Shining Waters, so I just gazed at that and imagined all sorts of splendid things." "You shouldn't have done anything of the sort.

You should have listened to Mr.Bell." "But he wasn't talking to me," protested Anne.

"He was talking to God and he didn't seem to be very much inter-ested in it, either.

I think he thought God was too far off though.

There was a long row of white birches hanging over the lake and the sunshine fell down through them, 'way, 'way down, deep into the water.