And he wrote, "When the moon rises tonight think of me and I'll think of you.

Mrs. Spencer said it was wicked of me to talk like that, but I didn’t mean to be wicked. It’s so easy to be wicked without knowing it, isn’t it?

But I'd rather look like you than be pretty," she told Anne sincerely. Anne laughed, sipped honey from the tribute, and cast away the sting.

People who don't like cats always seem to think there is some peculiar virtue in not liking them.

a few italics really do relieve your feelings.

She asked me what made me do such a thing. That is an awkward question because I often can't tell what makes me do things. Sometimes I do them just to find out what I feel like doing them. And sometimes I do them because I want to have some exciting things to tell my grandchildren.

I am well in body although considerable rumpled up in spirit.