I am sure we should not shut our hearts against the healing influences that nature offers us. But I understand your feeling. I think we all experience the same thing. We resent the thought that anything can please us when someone we love is no longer here to share the pleasure with us, and we almost feel as if we were unfaithful to our sorrow when we find our interest in life returning to us.

We don't know where we're going, but isn't is fun to go?

I do know my own mind,' protested Anne. 'The trouble is, my mind changes and then I have to get acquainted with it all over again.

Besides, I've been feeling a little blue — just a pale, elusive azure. It isn't serious enough for anything darker.

We should regret our mistakes and learn from them, but never carry them forward into the future with us.

But it ain't our feelings we have to steer by through life--no, no, we'd make shipwreck mighty often if we did that. There's only the one safe compass and we've got to set our course by that--what it's right to do.

Rilla was fond of italics, as most girls of fifteen are.