Behind them in the garden the little stone house brooded among the shadows. It was lonely but not forsaken. It had not yet done with dreams and laughter and the joy of life; there were to be future summers for the little stone house; meanwhile, it could wait. And over the river in purple durance the echoes bided their time.

There was something in her movements that made you think she never walked but always danced.

Anne laughed and sighed. She felt very old and mature and wise — which showed how young she was.

But you have such dimples," said Anne, smiling affectionately into the pretty, vivacious face so near her own. "Lovely dimples, like little dents in cream. I have given up all hope of dimples. My dimple-dream will never come true; but so many of my dreams have that I mustn't complain. Am I all ready now?

Life owes me something more than it has paid me and I'm going out to collect it.

Heaven grant me patience! Clothes are very important," said Anne severely

There is another bend in the road after this. No one knows what will happen.