“There the rose of joy bloomed immortal by dale and stream; clouds never darkened the sunny sky;  sweet bells never jangled out of tune; and kindred spirits abounded.  The knowledge of that land’s geography… east o’ the sun and west o’ the moon… is priceless lore, not to be bought in any market place.  It must be the gift of the good fairies at birth and the years can never deface it or take it away.  It is better to possess it, living in a garrett, than to be the inhabitant of palaces without it.”

                                             from Anne of Avonlea