All things great are wound up with all things little.

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

It's such an interesting world. It wouldn't be half so interesting if we knew all about everything, would it?

How wicked I was to wish that something dramatic would happen!' she thought. 'Oh, if we could only have those dear, monotonous, pleasant days back again! I would *never* grumble about them again.

Gilbert put his arm about them. 'Oh, you mothers!' he said. 'You mothers! God knew what He was about when He made you.

Most of the trouble in life comes from misunderstanding, I think,' said Anne.

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