"I was only
thinking of one of the might-have-beens."
"Well, don't. It's a waste of time," said Anne. Then
she added suddenly:
"Oh, Gilbert, I wish everybody could be as happy as we
are."
CHAPTER 28
ODDS AND ENDS
"I've been reading obituary notices," said Miss
Cornelia, laying down the Daily Enterprise and taking
up her sewing.
The harbor was lying black and sullen under a dour
November sky; the wet, dead leaves clung drenched and
sodden to the window sills; but the little house was
gay with firelight and spring-like with Anne's ferns
and geraniums.
"It's always summer here, Anne," Leslie had said one
day; and all who were the guests of that house of
dreams felt the same.
"The Enterprise seems to run to obituaries these
days," quoth Miss Cornelia. "It always has a couple
of columns of them, and I read every line. It's one of
my forms of recreation, especially when there's some
original poetry attached to them. Here's a choice
sample for you:
She's gone to be with her Maker, Never more to
roam. She used to play and sing with joy The
song of Home, Sweet Home.
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