Avtandil The Grand Opera painting

Avtandil The Grand Opera painting
Eugene de Blaas In the Water painting
Willowmere, where dark and light kissed each other under the firs, and down through Lover's Lane. . .spots she and Diana had so named long ago. She walked slowly, enjoying the sweetness of wood and field and the starry summer twilight, and thinking soberly about the new duties she was to take up on the morrow. When she reached the yard at Green Gables Mrs. Lynde's loud, decided tones floated out through the open kitchen window.
"Mrs. Lynde has come up to give me good advice about tomorrow," thought Anne with a grimace, "but I don't believe I'll go in. Her advice is much like pepper, I think. . .excellent in small quantities but rather scorching in her doses. I'll run over and have a chat with Mr. Harrison instead."
This was not the first time Anne had run over and chatted with Mr. Harrison since the notable affair of the Jersey cow. She had been there several evenings and Mr. Harrison and she were very good friends, although there were times and