That doesn't sound very attractive," laughed Anne. "I like people to have a little nonsense about them.

The body grows slowly and steadily but the soul grows by leaps and bounds. It may come to its full stature in an hour.

Make them do as you want them to," she said. "I can’t," mourned Anne. "Averil is such an unmanageable heroine. She will do and say things I never meant her to. Then that spoils everything that went before and I have to write it all over again.

Rilla was fond of italics, as most girls of fifteen are.

Anne always remembered the silvery, peaceful beauty and fragrant calm of that night. It was the last night before sorrow touched her life; and no life is ever quite the same again when once that cold, sanctifying touch has been laid upon it.

A child that has a quick temper, just blaze up and cool down, ain't never likely to be sly or deceitful.

Nothing ever seems impossible in spring, you know.