For 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.

Oh", she thought, "how horrible it is that people have to grow up-and marry-and change!

God's in His heaven, alls right with the world', whispered Anne softly.

[Anne, commenting on city life] "I think I would probably come to the conclusion that I'd like it for a while... but in the end, I'd still prefer the sound of the wind in the firs across the brook more than the tinkling of crystal.

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.

Life owes me something more than it has paid me and I'm going out to collect it.

She had a way of embroidering life with stars.