"'Harvest is ended and summer is gone,' quoted Anne Shirley, gazing across the shornfields dreamily. She and Diana Barry had been picking apples in the Green Gables orchard, but were now resting from their labors in a sunny corner, where airy fleets of thistledowndrifted by on the wings of a wind that was still summer-sweet with the incense of ferns in the Haunted Wood.But everything in the landscape around them spoke of autumn. The sea was roaringhollowly...