Chapter 6
On Christmas morning, Anne was the first up. She brought her gifts for everyone to the living room and put them under the tree.
She sat down on the couch and looked around. "I can't believe it. I'm here again. But I'll be leaving soon. Oh, how I don't wish to leave." she thought.
Her thoughts were cut short at the sight of Gilbert coming down the stairs.
"Merry Christmas, my love," he told her.
"Merry Christmas. Can you believe it, Gilbert? Only five short months ago we were married and left this beautiful place."
"Yes, seems like only yesterday doesn't it? But I almost miss the Glen, don't you?"
"A bit. I miss our house of dreams, the beautiful sea. That is one thing Avonlea is missing. The sea."
"Yes. I agree."
"Ah, but there are things the Glen is missing, also."
"Like what?" Gilbert asked with curiosity. He thought the Glen was perfect with only a few minor things wrong with it. One of those things could be fixed, though with time.
"Our family and friends, of course." she said, as though everyone should know that.
"Oh, well, of course but..." he staggered.
"But what, Gil?"
"Well, we could fix the family part. With time that is." He said smiling.
"Mr. Blythe, are you scheming something?" Anne asked him, knowing he probably was, and what it was, if he was.
"No, no. What are you talking about?" he said, with a mischievous grin on his face. Right before he kissed her.