"Through the other window was glimpsed a distant, white-capped, blue sea - the beautiful St. Lawrence Gulf, on which floats, like a jewel, Abegweit, whose softer, sweeter Indian name has long been forsaken for the more prosaic one of Prince Edward Island" (Chapter 1, p. 1).

"When I was a child I heard an old minister say that a house was not a real home until it had been consecrated by a birth, a wedding and a death" (Chapter 2, p. 6).

"Anne wakened on the morning of her wedding day to find the sunshine winking in at the window of the little porch gable and a September breeze frolicking with her curtains. 'I'm so glad the sun will shine on me,' she thought happily" (Chapter 4, p. 18).

"The woods call to us with a hundred voices, but the sea has one only—a might voice that drowns our souls in...