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It's marvelous, Anne thinks, that the air in Avonlea hasn't yet chilled, and that the leaves haven't fallen yet, though they are red and gold and glowing in the slanting October sunlight, and she breathes in the familiar scents happily and with a sigh, closing her eyes in bliss. Behind her, the music from the A.V.I.S's harvest party hums merrily through the air, muted by leaves and silent trees and the winding path she'd taken away from the party itself.
And, oh, it was good to see Diana and Ruby and Jane and even Charlie Sloane, who'd shaken her hand with great dignity and pomp, although she was happy to have slipped away before he caught up close enough to ask for a dance, but even Charlie Sloane was a welcome sight these days--just another reminder that she was really and truly home.
Behind her, the band strikes up a merry waltz, and she laughs, and holds out the edge of her skirt, curtseying gracefully to the fence in front of her.
"Why, thank you," she says, cheerfully, imagining an invisible partner into existence, who bows to her and takes her by the hand to lead her into the dance.
She's done this before, out by the lake, under the moon, called out into the crisp cool night, but here, today, she laughs and steps lightly and twirls under autumn leaves the same shade as her bright hair, and doesn't miss that other dance.
And, oh, it was good to see Diana and Ruby and Jane and even Charlie Sloane, who'd shaken her hand with great dignity and pomp, although she was happy to have slipped away before he caught up close enough to ask for a dance, but even Charlie Sloane was a welcome sight these days--just another reminder that she was really and truly home.
Behind her, the band strikes up a merry waltz, and she laughs, and holds out the edge of her skirt, curtseying gracefully to the fence in front of her.
"Why, thank you," she says, cheerfully, imagining an invisible partner into existence, who bows to her and takes her by the hand to lead her into the dance.
She's done this before, out by the lake, under the moon, called out into the crisp cool night, but here, today, she laughs and steps lightly and twirls under autumn leaves the same shade as her bright hair, and doesn't miss that other dance.