`` I begin to see what you mean by educating public sentiment , Anne . There 's the old Boulter house now . Did you ever see such a rookery ? And perched right close to the road too . An old house with its windows gone always makes me think of something dead with its eyes picked out . '' `` I think an old , deserted house is such a sad sight , '' said Anne dreamily . `` It always seems to me to be thinking about its past and mourning for its old-time joys . Marilla says that a large family was raised in that old house long ago , and that it was a real pretty place , with a lovely garden and roses climbing all over it . It was full of little children and laughter and songs ; and now it is empty , and nothing ever wanders through it but the wind . How lonely and sorrowful it must feel ! Perhaps they all come back on moonlit nights ... the ghosts of the little children of long ago and the roses and the songs ... and for a little while the old house can dream it is young and joyous again . '' Diana shook her head . `` I never imagine things like that about places now , Anne . Do n't you remember how cross mother and Marilla were when we imagined ghosts into the Haunted Wood ? To this day I ca n't go through that bush comfortably after dark ; and if I began imagining such things about the old Boulter house I 'd be frightened to pass it too . Besides , those children are n't dead . They 're all grown up and doing well ... and one of them is a butcher . And flowers and songs could n't have ghosts anyhow . '' Anne smothered a little sigh . She loved Diana dearly and they had always been good comrades .
But she had long ago learned that when she wandered into the realm of fancy she must XXXXX alone .
Did climbing deserted go loved raised see shook smothered wanders