As Miss Lavendar ... I beg her pardon , Mrs. Irving ... stepped from the door of her old home Gilbert and the girls threw the rice and Charlotta the Fourth hurled an old shoe with such excellent aim that she struck Mr. Allan squarely on the head . But it was reserved for Paul to give the prettiest send-off . He popped out of the porch ringing furiously a huge old brass dinner bell which had adorned the dining room mantel . Paul 's only motive was to make a joyful noise ; but as the clangor died away , from point and curve and hill across the river came the chime of `` fairy wedding bells , '' ringing clearly , sweetly , faintly and more faint , as if Miss Lavendar 's beloved echoes were bidding her greeting and farewell . And so , amid this benediction of sweet sounds , Miss Lavendar drove away from the old life of dreams and make-believes to a fuller life of realities in the busy world beyond . Two hours later Anne and Charlotta the Fourth came down the lane again . Gilbert had gone to West Grafton on an errand and Diana had to keep an engagement at home . Anne and Charlotta had come back to put things in order and lock up the little stone house . The garden was a pool of late golden sunshine , with butterflies hovering and bees booming ; but the little house had already that indefinable air of desolation which always follows a festivity . `` Oh dear me , do n't it look lonesome ? '' sniffed Charlotta the Fourth , who had been crying all the way home from the station . `` A wedding ai n't much cheerfuller than a funeral after all , when it 's all over , Miss Shirley , ma'am . '' A busy evening followed . The decorations had to be removed , the dishes washed , the uneaten delicacies packed into a basket for the delectation of Charlotta the Fourth 's young brothers at home . Anne would not rest until everything was in apple-pie order ; after Charlotta had gone home with her plunder Anne went over the still rooms , feeling like one who trod alone some banquet hall deserted , and closed the blinds . Then she locked the door and sat down under the silver poplar to wait for Gilbert , feeling very tired but still unweariedly thinking `` long , long thoughts . '' `` What are you thinking of , Anne ? '' asked Gilbert , coming down the walk . He had left his horse and buggy out at the road . `` Of Miss Lavendar and Mr. Irving , '' answered Anne dreamily .
`` Is n't it beautiful to think how everything has turned out ... how they have XXXXX together again after all the years of separation and misunderstanding ? ''
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