The big light flashed and beaconed . Owen Ford looked around him with satisfaction . `` And so this is Four Winds , '' he said . `` I was n't prepared to find it quite so beautiful , in spite of all mother 's praises . What colors -- what scenery -- what charm ! I shall get as strong as a horse in no time . And if inspiration comes from beauty , I should certainly be able to begin my great Canadian novel here . '' `` You have n't begun it yet ? '' asked Anne . `` Alack-a-day , no . I 've never been able to get the right central idea for it . It lurks beyond me -- it allures -- and beckons -- and recedes -- I almost grasp it and it is gone . Perhaps amid this peace and loveliness , I shall be able to capture it . Miss Bryant tells me that you write . '' `` Oh , I do little things for children . I have n't done much since I was married . And -- I have no designs on a great Canadian novel , '' laughed Anne . `` That is quite beyond me . '' Owen Ford laughed too . `` I dare say it is beyond me as well .
All the same I mean to have a try at it some day , if I can ever XXXXX time .
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