loving

Lastly, she pictured to herself how this same little sister of hers would, in the after-time, be herself a grown woman; and how she would keep, through all her riper years, the simple and loving heart of her childhood: and how she would gather about her other little children, and make _their_ eyes bright and eager with many a strange tale, perhaps even with the dream of Wonderland of long ago: and how she would feel with all their simple sorrows, and find a pleasure in all their simple joys, remembering her own child-life, and the happy summer days.

Anne’s beauty-loving eyes lingered on it all, taking everything greedily in.

“If I can’t stay here there is no use in my loving Green Gables.

And if I go out there and get acquainted with all those trees and flowers and the orchard and the brook I’ll not be able to help loving it.