Snow in April is abominable," said Anne. "Like a slap in the face when you expect a kiss.

I don't know which is worse - to have somebody you DON'T like ask you to marry him or NOT have some one you DO like. Both are rather unpleasant.

Oh Marilla, looking forward to things is half the pleasure of them," exclaimed Anne.

One can't get over the habit of being a little girl all at once.

But if you call me Anne, please call me Anne with an 'e'.

She seemed to walk in an atmosphere of things about to happen.

I am quite likely to re-act to the opposite extreme - to feel rapturously that the world is beautiful and mere existence something to thank God for. I suppose our 'blues' are the price we have to pay for our temperament. 'The gods don't allow us to be in their debt.' They give us sensitiveness to beauty in all its forms but the shadow of the gift goes with it.