The waves broke with a soft swish on the rocks below them, and the tang of the sea was in the strong, fresh air.
"Oh, but it's good to be alive and to be going home," breathed Anne.
When she crossed the log bridge over the brook the kitchen light of Green Gables winked her a friendly welcome back, and through the open door shone the hearth fire, sending out its warm red glow athwart the chilly autumn night.

Anne ran blithely up the hill and into the kitchen, where a hot supper was waiting on the table.
"So you've got back ?" said Marilla, folding up her knitting.
"Yes, and oh, it's so good to be back," said Anne joyously.

"I could kiss everything, even to the clock.

Marilla, a broiled chicken! You don't mean to say you cooked that for me!" "Yes, I did," said Marilla.

"I thought you'd be hungry after such a drive and need something real appetizing.