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6. Captain Jim
"Old Doctor Dave" and "Mrs. Doctor Dave" had come down to the little house to greet
the bride and groom. Doctor Dave was a big, jolly, white-whiskered old fellow, and Mrs.
Doctor was a trim rosy-cheeked, silver-haired little lady who took Anne at once to her
heart, literally and figuratively.
"I'm so glad to see you, dear. You must be real tired. We've got a bite of supper ready,
and Captain Jim brought up some trout for you. Captain Jim--where are you? Oh, he's
slipped out to see to the horse, I suppose. Come upstairs and take your things off."
Anne looked about her with bright, appreciative eyes as she followed Mrs. Doctor Dave
upstairs. She liked the appearance of her new home very much. It seemed to have the
atmosphere of Green Gables and the flavor of her old traditions.
"I think I would have found Miss Elizabeth Russell a `kindred spirit,'" she murmured
when she was alone in her room. There were two windows in it; the dormer one looked
out on the lower harbor and the sand-bar and the Four Winds light.
"A magic casement opening on the foam Of perilous seas in fairy lands forlorn,"
quoted Anne softly. The gable window gave a view of a little harvest-hued valley
through which a brook ran. Half a mile up the brook was the only house in sight--an old,
rambling, gray one surrounded by huge willows through which its windows peered, like
shy, seeking eyes, into the dusk. Anne wondered who lived there; they would be her
nearest neighbors and she hoped they would be nice. She suddenly found herself
thinking of the beautiful girl with the white geese.
"Gilbert thought she didn't belong here," mused Anne, "but I feel sure she does. There
was something about her that made her part of the sea and the sky and the harbor.
Four Winds is in her blood."
When Anne went downstairs Gilbert was standing before the fireplace talking to a
stranger. Both turned as Anne entered.
"Anne, this is Captain Boyd. Captain Boyd, my wife."
It was the first time Gilbert had said "my wife" to anybody but Anne, and he narrowly
escaped bursting with the pride of it. The old captain held out a sinewy hand to Anne;
they smiled at each other and were friends from that moment. Kindred spirit flashed
recognition to kindred spirit.
"I'm right down pleased to meet you, Mistress Blythe; and I hope you'll be as happy as
the first bride was who came here. I can't wish you no better than THAT. But your