It made me feel glad that I could plant it by his grave--as if I were doing something that must please him in taking it there to be near him.

I hope he has roses like them in heaven.

Perhaps the souls of all those little white roses that he has loved so many summers were all there to meet him.

I must go home now.

Marilla is all alone and she gets lonely at twilight." "She will be lonelier still, I fear, when you go away again to college," said Mrs.Allan.
Anne did not reply; she said good night and went slowly back to green Gables.