"I'm so glad we decided to spend our honeymoon here. Our
memories of it will always belong here, in our house of dreams, instead
of being scattered about in strange places."

There was a certain tang of romance and adventure in the atmosphere of
their new home which Anne had never found in Avonlea. There, although
she had lived in sight of the sea, it had not entered intimately into
her life. In Four Winds it surrounded her and called to her
constantly. From every window of her new home she saw some varying
aspect of it. Its haunting murmur was ever in her ears. Vessels
sailed up the harbor every day to the wharf at the Glen, or sailed out
again through the sunset, bound for ports that might be half way round
the globe. Fishing boats went white-winged down the channel in the
mornings, and returned laden in the evenings. Sailors and fisher-folk
travelled the red, winding harbor roads, light-hearted and content.
There was always a certain sense of things going to happen--of
adventures and farings-forth. The ways of Four Winds were less staid
and settled and grooved than those of Avonlea; winds of change blew
over them; the sea called ever to the dwellers on shore, and even those
who might not answer its call felt the thrill and unrest and mystery
and possibilities of it.

"I understand now why some men must go to sea," said Anne. "That
desire which comes to us all at times--'to sail beyond the bourne of
sunset'--must be very imperious when it is born in you. I don't wonder
Captain Jim ran away because of it. I never see a ship sailing out of
the channel, or a gull soaring over the sand-bar, without wishing I
were on board the ship or had wings, not like a dove 'to fly away and
be at rest,' but like a gull, to sweep out into the very heart of a
storm."

"You'll stay right here with me, Anne-girl," said Gilbert lazily. "I
won't have you flying away from me into the hearts of storms."

They were sitting on their red sand-stone doorstep in the late
afternoon. Great tranquillities were all about them in land and sea
and sky. Silvery gulls were soaring over them. The horizons were
laced with long trails of frail, pinkish clouds. The hushed air was
threaded with a murmurous refrain of minstrel winds and waves. Pale
asters were blowing in the sere and misty meadows between them and the
harbor.

"Doctors who have to be up all night waiting on sick folk don't feel
very adventurous, I suppose," Anne said ind