She never forgot that day; it was so bright and golden and fair, so free from shadow and so lavish of blossom.

Anne spent some of its rich hours in the orchard; she went to the Dryad's Bubble and Willowmere and Violet Vale; she called at the manse and had a satisfying talk with Mrs.Allan; and finally in the evening she went with Matthew for the cows, through Lovers' Lane to the back pasture.

The woods were all gloried through with sunset and the warm splendor of it streamed down through the hill gaps in the west.

Matthew walked slowly with bent head; Anne, tall and erect, suited her springing step to his.
"You've been working too hard today, Matthew," she said reproachfully.
"Why won't you take things easier ?" "Well now, I can't seem to," said Matthew, as he opened the yard gate to let the cows through.

"It's only that I'm getting old, Anne, and keep forgetting it.