`` It 's what I used to call -- and still call in quotation marks ` kindred spirits . ' '' `` Jest so -- jest so , '' agreed Captain Jim . `` We 're it , whatever IT is . When you come in tonight , Mistress Blythe , I says to myself , says I , ` Yes , she 's of the race that knows Joseph . ' And mighty glad I was , for if it was n't so we could n't have had any real satisfaction in each other 's company . The race that knows Joseph is the salt of the airth , I reckon . '' The moon had just risen when Anne and Gilbert went to the door with their guests . Four Winds Harbor was beginning to be a thing of dream and glamour and enchantment -- a spellbound haven where no tempest might ever ravin . The Lombardies down the lane , tall and sombre as the priestly forms of some mystic band , were tipped with silver . `` Always liked Lombardies , '' said Captain Jim , waving a long arm at them . `` They 're the trees of princesses . They 're out of fashion now . Folks complain that they die at the top and get ragged-looking . So they do -- so they do , if you do n't risk your neck every spring climbing up a light ladder to trim them out . I always did it for Miss Elizabeth , so her Lombardies never got out-at-elbows . She was especially fond of them . She liked their dignity and stand-offishness . THEY do n't hobnob with every Tom , Dick and Harry . If it 's maples for company , Mistress Blythe , it 's Lombardies for society . '' `` What a beautiful night , '' said Mrs. Doctor Dave , as she climbed into the Doctor 's buggy .
`` Most nights are beautiful , '' XXXXX Captain Jim .
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