QUOTE : Have you any unfulfilled dreams, Anne?” asked Gilbert.<br /><br />Something in his tone—something she had not heard since that miserable evening in the orchard at Patty’s Place—made Anne’s heart beat wildly. But she made answer lightly.<br /><br />“Of course. Everybody has. It wouldn’t do for us to have all our dreams fulfilled. We would be as good as dead if we had nothing left to dream about. What a delicious aroma that low-descending sun is extracting from the asters and ferns. I wish we could see perfumes as well as smell them. I’m sure they would be very beautiful.”<br /><br />Gilbert was not to be thus sidetracked.<br /><br />“I have a dream,” he said slowly. “I persist in dreaming it, although it has often seemed to me that it could never come true. I dream of a home with a hearth-fire in it, a cat and dog, the footsteps of friends— and YOU!”<br /><br />Anne wanted to speak but she could find no words. Happiness was breaking over her like a wave. It almost frightened her.<br /><br />“I asked you a question over two years ago, Anne. If I ask it again<br />today will you give me a different answer?”<br /><br />Still Anne could not speak. But she lifted her eyes, shining with all the love-rapture of countless generations, and looked into his for a moment. He wanted no other answer.