`` Only do n't talk to me while I 'm doing it , Anne , for if you drive the letters out of my head I 'll be in a worse predicament than you were in old geometry days when the teacher changed them . '' Gilbert carved the geese beautifully . Even Mrs. Rachel had to admit that . And everybody ate of them and enjoyed them . Anne 's first Christmas dinner was a great success and she beamed with housewifely pride . Merry was the feast and long ; and when it was over they gathered around the cheer of the red hearth flame and Captain Jim told them stories until the red sun swung low over Four Winds Harbor , and the long blue shadows of the Lombardies fell across the snow in the lane . `` I must be getting back to the light , '' he said finally . `` I 'll jest have time to walk home before sundown . Thank you for a beautiful Christmas , Mistress Blythe . Bring Master Davy down to the light some night before he goes home . `` I want to see those stone gods , '' said Davy with a relish . CHAPTER 16 NEW YEAR 'S EVE AT THE LIGHT The Green Gables folk went home after Christmas , Marilla under solemn covenant to return for a month in the spring . More snow came before New Year 's , and the harbor froze over , but the gulf still was free , beyond the white , imprisoned fields . The last day of the old year was one of those bright , cold , dazzling winter days , which bombard us with their brilliancy , and command our admiration but never our love . The sky was sharp and blue ; the snow diamonds sparkled insistently ; the stark trees were bare and shameless , with a kind of brazen beauty ; the hills shot assaulting lances of crystal . Even the shadows were sharp and stiff and clear-cut , as no proper shadows should be . Everything that was handsome seemed ten times handsomer and less attractive in the glaring splendor ; and everything that was ugly seemed ten times uglier , and everything was either handsome or ugly . There was no soft blending , or kind obscurity , or elusive mistiness in that searching glitter . The only things that held their own individuality were the firs -- for the fir is the tree of mystery and shadow , and yields never to the encroachments of crude radiance . But finally the day began to realise that she was growing old .
Then a certain pensiveness XXXXX over her beauty which dimmed yet intensified it ; sharp angles , glittering points , melted away into curves and enticing gleams .
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