"Of course, joys like those," Anne says, staunchly. "Even on the worst days of my life, all those small joys of life have been my faithful companions, though it can sometimes seem terribly selfish to enjoy a sunset or flowers or the scent of the earth after rain when one is in the depths of despair. And thankfully, I had an imagination. It would have been ever so lonely if I'd had no imagination at all, but I did, and I could imagine myself all sorts of beautiful things to keep me company."

Things perhaps not unlike the people Tinya now describes to her, but Anne doesn't think the girl is telling her a falsehood. "Then we should go and pay a visit at once," she decides. "If I'm really to be here a while, I ought to make every effort to be neighborly."