THEY do n't hobnob with every Tom , Dick and Harry . If it 's maples for company , Mistress Blythe , it 's Lombardies for society . '' `` What a beautiful night , '' said Mrs. Doctor Dave , as she climbed into the Doctor 's buggy . `` Most nights are beautiful , '' said Captain Jim . `` But I ` low that moonlight over Four Winds makes me sorter wonder what 's left for heaven . The moon 's a great friend of mine , Mistress Blythe . I 've loved her ever since I can remember . When I was a little chap of eight I fell asleep in the garden one evening and was n't missed . I woke up along in the night and I was most scared to death . What shadows and queer noises there was ! I durs n't move . Jest crouched there quaking , poor small mite . Seemed 's if there were n't anyone in the world but meself and it was mighty big . Then all at once I saw the moon looking down at me through the apple boughs , jest like an old friend . I was comforted right off . Got up and walked to the house as brave as a lion , looking at her . Many 's the night I 've watched her from the deck of my vessel , on seas far away from here . Why do n't you folks tell me to take in the slack of my jaw and go home ? '' The laughter of the goodnights died away . Anne and Gilbert walked hand in hand around their garden .
The brook that ran across the corner dimpled pellucidly in the XXXXX of the birches .
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