I wonder what a soul...a person's soul...would look like,' said Priscilla dreamily. 'Like that, I should think,' answered Anne, pointing to a radiance of sifted sunlight streaming through a birch tree. 'Only with shape and features of course. I like to fancy souls as being made of light. And some are all shot through with rosy stains and quivers...and some have a soft glitter like moonlight on the sea...and some are pale and transparent like mist at dawn.