EchoLodge，whichhadbeenclosedeversinceMissLavendar’swedding，wasbrieflythrownopentowindandsunshineoncemore，andfirelightglimmeredagaininthelittlerooms。TheperfumeofMissLavendar’srosebowlstillfilledtheair。ItwashardlypossibletobelievethatMissLavendarwouldnotcometrippinginpresently，withherbrowneyesa-starwithwelcome，andthatCharlottatheFourth，blueofbowandwideofsmile，wouldnotpopthroughthedoor。Paul，too，seemedhoveringaround，withhisfairyfancies。
\"Itreallymakesmefeelalittlebitlikeaghostrevisitingtheoldtimeglimpsesofthemoon，\"laughedAnne。\"Let’sgooutandseeiftheechoesareathome。Bringtheoldhorn。Itisstillbehindthekitchendoor。\"
Theechoeswereathome，overthewhiteriver，assilver-clearandmultitudinousasever；andwhentheyhadceasedtoanswerthegirlslockedupEchoLodgeagainandwentawayintheperfecthalfhourthatfollowstheroseandsaffronofawintersunset。
ChapterVIII
Anne’sFirstProposalTheoldyeardidnotslipawayinagreentwilight，withapinky-yellowsunset。Instead，itwentoutwithawild，whiteblusterandblow。Itwasoneofthenightswhenthestorm-windhurtlesoverthefrozenmeadowsandblackhollows，andmoansaroundtheeaveslikealostcreature，anddrivesthesnowsharplyagainsttheshakingpanes。