Anne's House of Dreams is the fifth book in the Anne series and chronicles the first years of Anne and Gilbert's maried life at Four Winds Harbour. Along with their story we meet Captain Jim, who keeps the lighthouse light; Cornelia Bryant, the kindred-spirit man-hater; and Leslie Moore, the beauty whose life is tainted with tragic loss.

Excerpts about Leslie West-Moore:

They had not met anybody on the moist, red road that wound along the harbour shore. But just before they came to the belt of birch which hid their home, Anne saw a girl who was driving a flock of snow-white geese along the crest of a velvety green hill on the right. Great, scattered firs grew along it. Between their trunks one saw glimpses of yellow harvest fields, gleams of golden sand-hills, and bits of blue sea. The girl was tall and wore a dress of pale blue print. She walked with a certain springiness of step and erectness of bearing. She and the geese came out of the gate at the foot of the ill as Anne and Gilbert passed. She stood with her hand on the fastening of the gate, and looked steadly a them, with an expression that hardly attained to interest, but did not descend to curiosity. It seemed to Anne, for a fleeting moment, that there was a veiled hint of hostility in it. But it was the girl's beauty which made Anne give a little gasp -- a beauty so marked that it must have attracted attention anywhere. She was hatless, but heavy braids of burnished hair, the hue of ripe wheat, were twisted about her head like a coronet; her eyes were blue and star-like; her figure, in its plain print gown, was magnificent; and her lips were as crimson as the bunch of blood-red poppies she wore at her belt.

Excerpts about Owen Ford:

When Owen Ford came Anne secretly admitted, as Miss Cornelia towed him in, that he was vey "well-looking" indeed. He was tall and broad-shouldered, with thick, brown hair, finely-cut nose and chin, large and brillian dark-gray eyes.

"And did you see his eyes and his teeth, Mrs. Doctor, dear?" queried Susan later on. "He has got the nices-shaped ears I ever saw on a man's head. I am choice about ears. When I was young I was scared that I might have to marry a man with ears like flaps. But I need not have worried, for never a chance did I have with any kind of ears."

Anne had not noticed Owen Ford's ears, but she did see his teeth, as his lips parted over them in a frank and friendly smile. Unsmiling, his face was rather sad and absent in expession, not unlike the melancholy, inscrutable hero of Anne's own early dreams; but mirth and humor and charm lighted it up when he smiled. Certainly, on the outside, as Miss Cornelia said, Owen Ford was a very presentable fellow.

Excerpts on Owen's first meeting with Leslie:

As they entered the yard Leslie came out on the verandah from the side-door, peering through the gloom for some sign of her expected guest. She stood just where the warm yellow light flooded her from the open door. She wore a plain dress of cheap, cream-tinted cotton voile, with the usual girdle of crimson. ...Leslie's dress was cut a little away at the neck and had short sleeves. Her arms gleamed like ivory-tinted marble. Every exquisite curve of her form was outlined in soft darkness against the light. Her hair shone in it like flame. Beyond her was a purple sky, flowing with stars over the harbor.

Anne heard her companion give a gasp. Even in the dusk she could see the amazement and admiration on his face.

"Who is that beautiful creature?" he asked.

"This is Mrs. Moore," said Anne. "She is very lovely, isn't she?"

"I--I never saw anything like her, he answered, rather dazedly. "I wasn't prepared--I didn't expect--good heavens, one doesn't expect a goddess for a land-lady! Why, if she were clothed in a gown of sea-purple, with a rope of amethysts in her hair, she would be a veritable sea-queen. And she takes in boarders!"

(From Angela )