There is a brook below and a December fir wood beyond, where I've heard harps swept by the fingers of rain and wind.

There is a pond nearby that will be gray and brooding now.

There will be two oldish ladies in the house, one tall and thin, one short and fat; and there will be two twins, one a perfect model, the other what Mrs.Lynde calls a 'holy terror.' There will be a little room upstairs over the porch, where old dreams hang thick, and a big, fat, glorious feather bed which will almost seem the height of luxury after a boardinghouse mattress.

How do you like my picture, Phil ?" "It seems a very dull one," said Phil, with a grimace.
"Oh, but I've left out the transforming thing," said Anne softly.
"There'll be love there, Phil--faithful, tender love, such as I'll never find anywhere else in the world--love that's waiting for me.

That makes my picture a masterpiece, doesn't it, even if the colors are not very brilliant ?" Phil silently got up, tossed her box of chocolates away, went up to Anne, and put her arms about her.
"Anne, I wish I was like you," she said soberly.
Diana met Anne at the Carmody station the next night, and they drove home together under silent, star-sown depths of sky.