It was arranged that the tiny room off the living room at the lighthouse should be given over to Owen for a workshop . It was necessary that Captain Jim should be near him as he wrote , for consultation upon many matters of sea-faring and gulf lore of which Owen was quite ignorant . He began work on the book the very next morning , and flung himself into it heart and soul . As for Captain Jim , he was a happy man that summer . He looked upon the little room where Owen worked as a sacred shrine . Owen talked everything over with Captain Jim , but he would not let him see the manuscript . `` You must wait until it is published , '' he said . `` Then you 'll get it all at once in its best shape . '' He delved into the treasures of the life-book and used them freely . He dreamed and brooded over lost Margaret until she became a vivid reality to him and lived in his pages . As the book progressed it took possession of him and he worked at it with feverish eagerness . He let Anne and Leslie read the manuscript and criticise it ; and the concluding chapter of the book , which the critics , later on , were pleased to call idyllic , was modelled upon a suggestion of Leslie 's . Anne fairly hugged herself with delight over the success of her idea . `` I knew when I looked at Owen Ford that he was the very man for it , '' she told Gilbert . `` Both humor and passion were in his face , and that , together with the art of expression , was just what was necessary for the writing of such a book . As Mrs. Rachel would say , he was predestined for the part . '' Owen Ford wrote in the mornings . The afternoons were generally spent in some merry outing with the Blythes . Leslie often went , too , for Captain Jim took charge of Dick frequently , in order to set her free . They went boating on the harbor and up the three pretty rivers that flowed into it ; they had clambakes on the bar and mussel-bakes on the rocks ; they picked strawberries on the sand-dunes ; they went out cod-fishing with Captain Jim ; they shot plover in the shore fields and wild ducks in the cove -- at least , the men did .
In the evenings they rambled in the low-lying , daisied , shore fields under a golden moon , or they sat in the living room at the little house where often the coolness of the sea breeze justified a driftwood fire , and XXXXX of the thousand and one things which happy , eager , clever young people can find to talk about .
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