is another entrance--a little gate hung
between two firs. The hinges are on one trunk and the catch on the
other. Their boughs form an arch overhead."

"Oh, I'm so glad! I couldn't live where there were no trees--something
vital in me would starve. Well, after that, there's no use asking you
if there's a brook anywhere near. THAT would be expecting too much."

"But there IS a brook--and it actually cuts across one corner of the
garden."

"Then," said Anne, with a long sigh of supreme satisfaction, "this
house you have found IS my house of dreams and none other."

CHAPTER 3

THE LAND OF DREAMS AMONG

"Have you made up your mind who you're going to have to the wedding,
Anne?" asked Mrs. Rachel Lynde, as she hemstitched table napkins
industriously. "It's time your invitations were sent, even if they are
to be only informal ones."

"I don't mean to have very many," said Anne. "We just want those we
love best to see us married. Gilbert's people, and Mr. and Mrs. Allan,
and Mr. and Mrs. Harrison."

"There was a time when you'd hardly have numbered Mr. Harrison among
your dearest friends," said Marilla drily.

"Well, I wasn't VERY strongly attracted to him at our first meeting,"
acknowledged Anne, with a laugh over the recollection. "But Mr.
Harrison has improved on acquaintance, and Mrs. Harrison is really a
dear. Then, of course, there are Miss Lavendar and Paul."

"Have they decided to come to the Island this summer? I thought they
were going to Europe."

"They changed their minds when I wrote them I was going to be married.
I had a letter from Paul today. He says he MUST come to my wedding, no
matter what happens to Europe."

"That child always idolised you," remarked Mrs. Rachel.

"That 'child' is a young man of nineteen now, Mrs. Lynde."

"How time does fly!" was Mrs. Lynde's brilliant and original response.

"Charlotta the Fourth may come with them. She sent word by Paul that
she would come if her husband would let her. I wonder if she still
wears those enormous blue bows, and whether her husband calls her
Charlotta or Leonora. I should love to have Charlotta at my wedding.
Charlotta and I were at a wedding long syne. They expect to be at Echo
Lodge next week. Then there are Phil and the Reverend Jo----"

"It sounds awful to hear you speaking of a minister like that, Anne,"
said Mrs. Rachel severely.

"His wife calls him that."

"She should have more respect for his holy offi