Marilla says that a large family was raised in that old house long ago and that it was a really pretty place, with a lovely garden and roses climbing all over it. It was full of little children and laughter and songs, and now it is empty, and nothing ever wanders through it but the wind. How lonely and sorrowful it must feel! Perhaps they all come back on moonlit nights, the ghosts of the little children of long ago and the roses and the songs and for a little while the old house can dream it is young and joyous again.
— Lucy Maud Montgomery said that
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