At seventeen dreams DO satisfy because you think the realities are waiting for you farther on.

Red hair is my life long sorrow.

I believe flowers have souls. I have known roses that I expect to meet in heaven.

Don't be led away by those howls about realism. Remember-pine woods are just as real as pigsties and a darn sight pleasanter to be in.

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

Thank goodness, we can choose our friends. We have to take our relatives as they are, and be thankful.

How sadly things had changed since she had sat there the night after coming home! Then she had been full of hope and joy and the future had looked rosy with promise. Anne felt as if she had lived years since then, but before she went to bed there was a smile on her lips and peace in her heart. She had looked her duty courageously in the face and found it a friend--as duty ever is when we meet it frankly.