…determined to enjoy her luxury of grief uncomforted.

All in all, it was a never-to-be-forgotten summer — one of those summers which come seldom into any life, but leave a rich heritage of beautiful memories in their going — one of those summers which, in a fortunate combination of delightful weather, delightful friends and delightful doing, come as near to perfection as anything can come in this world.

The world is always young again for just a few moments at the dawn.

It was October again ... a glorious October, all red and gold, with mellow mornings when the valleys were filled with delicate mists as if the spirit of autumn had poured them in for the sun to drain - amethyst, pearl, silver, rose, and smoke-blue. The dews were so heavy that the fields glistened like cloth of silver and there were such heaps of rustling leaves in the hollows of many-stemmed woods to run crisply through.

It only seems as if you are doing something when you're worrying.

...a little "appreciation" sometimes does quite as much good as all the conscientious "bringing up" in the world.

Isn't it terrible the way some unworthy folks are loved, while others that deserve it far more, you'd think, never get much affection?