Don't be very frightened, Marilla. I was walking the ridge-pole and I fell off. I suspect I have sprained my ankle. But, Marilla, I might have broken my neck. Let us look on the bright side of things.

A bosom friend - an intimate friend, you know - a really kindred spirit to whom I can confide my inmost soul.

Our sacrifice is greater than his," cried Rilla passionately. "Our boys give only themselves. We give them.

She had never before minded being alone. Now she dreaded it. When she was alone now she felt so dreadfully alone.

It's great to be great, but it's great to be human.

Even when I'm alone I have real good company — dreams and imaginations and pretendings. I like to be alone now and then, just to think over things and taste them. But I love friendships — and nice, jolly little times with people.

She will love deeply--suffer terribly--she will have glorious moments to compensate.