This day next week we'll be home." "I'm glad," said Anne dreamily.

"There are so many things I want to do.
I want to sit on the back porch steps and feel the breeze blowing down over Mr.Harrison's fields.

I want to hunt ferns in the Haunted Wood and gather violets in Violet Vale.

Do you remember the day of our golden picnic, Priscilla?
I want to hear the frogs singing and the poplars whispering.

But I've learned to love Kingsport, too, and I'm glad I'm coming back next fall.