Neither did good Mrs.Lynde.She came up one evening and found Anne and Marilla sitting at the front door in the warm, scented summer dusk.

They liked to sit there when the twilight came down and the white moths flew about in the garden and the odor of mint filled the dewy air.
Mrs.Rachel deposited her substantial person upon the stone bench by the door, behind which grew a row of tall pink and yellow hollyhocks, with a long breath of mingled weariness and relief.
"I declare I'm getting glad to sit down.

I've been on my feet all day, and two hundred pounds is a good bit for two feet to carry round.

It's a great blessing not to be fat, Marilla.

I hope you appreciate it.