It will be better for you than straining your eyes over that book.

She reads entirely too much--" this to Marilla as the little girls went out--"and I can't prevent her, for her father aids and abets her.

She's always poring over a book.

I'm glad she has the prospect of a playmate--perhaps it will take her more out-of-doors." Outside in the garden, which was full of mellow sunset light streaming through the dark old firs to the west of it, stood Anne and Diana, gazing bashfully at each other over a clump of gorgeous tiger lilies.
The Barry garden was a bowery wilderness of flowers which would have delighted Anne's heart at any time less fraught with destiny.

It was encircled by huge old willows and tall firs, beneath which flourished flowers that loved the shade.