Life, deal gently with her ... Love, never desert her

I've loved you ever since that day you broke your slate over my head in school.

It is a strange thing to read a letter after the writer is dead - a bitter-sweet thing, in which pain and comfort are strangely mingled.

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

In daylight I belong to the world . . . in the night to sleep and eternity. But in the dusk I'm free from both and belong only to myself . . . and you

I can just imagine myself sitting down at the head of the table and pouring out the tea," said Anne, shutting her eyes ecstatically. "And asking Diana if she takes sugar! I know she doesn't but of course I'll ask her just as if I didn't know.

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