Anne was already tasting Christmas happiness. She fairly sparkled as the train left the station. The ugly streets slipped past her... she was going home... home to Green Gables. Out in the open country the world was all golden-white and pale violet, woven here and there with the dark magic of spruces and the leafless delicacy of birches. The low sun behind the bare woods seemed rushing through the trees like a splendid god, as the train sped on."