But there, I reckon He knew what He was about, as a good Captain should.

Some of us have to be homely, or the purty ones--like Mistress Blythe here--wouldn't show up so well." One evening Anne and Gilbert finally walked down to the Four Winds light.

The day had begun sombrely in gray cloud and mist, but it had ended in a pomp of scarlet and gold.

Over the western hills beyond the harbor were amber deeps and crystalline shallows, with the fire of sunset below.

The north was a mackerel sky of little, fiery golden clouds.