On the first day she was able to go for a drive Gilbert took her down to Four Winds Point, and left her there while he rowed over the channel to see a patient at the fishing village. A rollicking wind was scudding¹ across the harbor and the dunes², whipping the water into white-caps and washing the sandshore with long lines of silvery breakers.

 

"I'm real proud to see you here again, Mistress Blythe," said Captain Jim. "Sit down—sit down. I'm afeared it's mighty³ dusty here today—but there's no need of looking at dust when you can look at such scenery, is there?"

 

"I don't mind the dust," said Anne, "but Gilbert says I must keep in the open air. I think I'll go and sit on the rocks down there."

 

"Would you like company or would you rather be alone?"

 

"If by company you mean yours I'd much rather have it than be alone," said Anne, smiling. Then she sighed. She had never before minded being alone. Now she dreaded⁴ it. When she was alone now she felt so dreadfully alone.

 

"Here's a nice little spot where the wind can't get at you," said Captain Jim, when they reached the rocks. "I often sit here. It's a great place jest to sit and dream."

 

"Oh—dreams," sighed Anne. "I can't dream now, Captain Jim—I'm done with dreams."

 

"Oh, no, you're not, Mistress Blythe—oh, no, you're not," said Captain Jim meditatively⁵. "I know how you feel jest now—but if you keep on living you'll get glad again, and the first thing you know you'll be dreaming again—thank the good Lord for it! If it wasn't for our dreams they might as well bury us. How'd we stand living if it wasn't for our dream of

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