The first line is the final line in Anne's House Of Dreams. I do not, and never will own it, but those words have touched so many hearts I wanted to add them into my fanfic.

Moving Day

‘Good-bye, dear little house of dreams,’ she said. Then, Anne walked slowly towards back to take one last look at her sweet little house, her home. Somewhere she had been loved as a want, not as a duty. A place she had gone through sorrow and joy, where her dear Joyce had lived.

The journey to Glen St. Mary was over all to soon. Before Anne had time to adjust, she was inside her new house, a house that would ring with laughter in years to come.

“ Have you seen the pantry, Mrs Dr., Dear?” queried Susan, all in a frenzy over the large airy cupboard and the cold spacious cellar. Her hair was coming unravelled from it’s neat bun and her calico apron was flapping wildly. On her cheeks were flushes of pink.

“ I think I will take Jem into the garden,” Anne murmured, feeling the need to escape the claustrophobic house. She cuddled Jem in her arms, and stepped out onto the veranda. Even if she could not love the house, she could at least enjoy the garden. The sky was a deep azure, speckled with large black crows. The grass below her was a deep, rich green, with small daisies popping up here and there over the lawn. In the flowerbeds, bright dalais nodded their heads in greeting, and a small wood in the distance seemed to have known Anne and Jem forever, the way it smiled at them.

However, there is only so long one can spend thinking poems, and all too soon prosaic jobs call. There was china to put way, clothes to be hung up, food to be stored and beds to be made. Susan had set up a small cradle for Jem, and Anne gently laid him in there. All morning was taking up with little chores that must be done to make such a large house hospitable. And, though Anne had been sure that this house would always be an enemy, it was beginning to be an affiliate.

For the first time in their new home, Anne and Gilbert sat down to supper. The table was laden with tasty morsels Susan had concocted that afternoon, and she was stood in the kitchen, washing up just in sight of the pantry.

“ I am glad our first day here was spent together. It was kind of Mrs Crawford to wait before giving birth to her baby!” Gilbert joked, then, seeing Anne was rather melancholy, asked” What’s wrong, Anne-girl?” Anne frowned, then said,

“ Nothing, except I may have to take back what I thought about this place. It is beginning to be a friend, and I feel it deserves a name, in the way I used to name plants and places I was fond of.” After a moment’s pause, Gilbert said,

“ I think we ought to ponder this over, Anne. It will be our home for a long time, and deserves some special name.”

The rest of the evening was spent in sewing and conversing, before an early bed. Gilbert would probably have to tend to a patient in the wee sma’s of the morrow, and Anne was feeling tired and discouraged. Perhaps it was the effects of a busy day, maybe it was sorrow of leaving their dear House Of Dreams, or maybe just the hope for spring. Yet somehow, optimistic Anne managed to think one happy word before she visited the land of dreams:'Ingleside.'

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I've edited the weird mistake with all the letters- i didn't mean for it to be there! Ruby Gillis, is it okay with you that this story is knd of similar to Anne Of The Glen?