Dear old world', she murmured, 'you are very lovely, and I am glad to be alive in you.
Lucy Maud MontgomeryFor there is no bond more lasting than that formed by the mutual confidences of that magic time when youth is slipping from the sheath of childhood and beginning to wonder what lies for it beyond those misty hills that bound the golden road.
Lucy Maud MontgomeryShe wanted to be alone - to think things out - to adjust herself, if it were possible, to the new world in which she seemed to have been transplanted with a suddenness and completeness that left her half bewildered to her own identity.
Lucy Maud Montgomery