Harvest is ended and summer is gone," quoted Anne Shirley, gazing across theshorn fields dreamily. She and Diana Barry had been picking apples in the GreenGables orchard, but were now resting from their labors in a sunny corner, whereairy fleets of thistledown drifted by on the wings of a wind that was still summersweet with the incense of ferns in the Haunted Wood.But everything in the landscape around them spoke of autumn. The sea wasroaring hollowly...