AGoodImaginationGoneWrongSpringhadcomeoncemoretoGreenGables——thebeautifulcapricious，reluctantCanadianspring，lingeringalongthroughAprilandMayinasuccessionofsweet，fresh，chillydays，withpinksunsetsandmiraclesofresurrectionandgrowth。ThemaplesinLover’sLanewereredbuddedandlittlecurlyfernspusheduparoundtheDryad’sBubble。Awayupinthebarrens，behindMr。
SilasSloane’splace，theMayflowersblossomedout，pinkandwhitestarsofsweetnessundertheirbrownleaves。Alltheschoolgirlsandboyshadonegoldenafternoongatheringthem，cominghomeintheclear，echoingtwilightwitharmsandbasketsfulloffloweryspoil。
\"I’msosorryforpeoplewholiveinlandswheretherearenoMayflowers，\"saidAnne。\"Dianasaysperhapstheyhavesomethingbetter，buttherecouldn’tbeanythingbetterthanMayflowers，couldthere，Marilla？AndDianasaysiftheydon’tknowwhattheyareliketheydon’tmissthem。ButIthinkthatisthesaddestthingofall。IthinkitwouldbeTRAGIC，Marilla，nottoknowwhatMayflowersarelikeandNOTtomissthem。DoyouknowwhatIthinkMayflowersare，Marilla？Ithinktheymustbethesoulsoftheflowersthatdiedlastsummerandthisistheirheaven。Butwehadasplendidtimetoday，Marilla。Wehadourlunchdowninabigmossyhollowbyanoldwell——suchaROMANTIC
spot。CharlieSloanedaredArtyGillistojumpoverit，andArtydidbecausehewouldn’ttakeadare。Nobodywouldinschool。ItisveryFASHIONABLEtodare。Mr。PhillipsgavealltheMayflowershefoundtoPrissyAndrewsandIheardhimtosay`sweetstothesweet。’Hegotthatoutofabook，Iknow；butitshowshehassomeimagination。IwasofferedsomeMayflowerstoo，butIrejectedthemwithscorn。Ican’ttellyoutheperson’snamebecauseIhavevowednevertoletitcrossmylips。
WemadewreathsoftheMayflowersandputthemonourhats；andwhenthetimecametogohomewemarchedinprocessiondowntheroad，twobytwo，withourbouquetsandwreaths，singing`MyHomeontheHill。’Oh，itwassothrilling，Marilla。AllMr。SilasSloane’sfolksrushedouttoseeusandeverybodywemetontheroadstoppedandstaredafterus。Wemadearealsensation。\"