noon
A lonely place for a young bride , said Avonlea people . Nay , it was not so . She was happy here , even in my absences . She loved the great , restless harbor and the vast , misty sea beyond ; she loved the tides , keeping their world-old tryst with the shore , and the gulls , and the croon of the waves , and the call of the winds in the fir woods at noon and even ; she loved the moonrises and the sunsets , and the clear , calm nights when the stars seemed to have fallen into the water and to be a little dizzy from such a fall . She loved these things , even as I did . No , she was never lonely here then . The third spring came , and our boy was born .