Gossip, as usual, was one-third right and two-thirds wrong.

Why did dusk and fir-scent and the afterglow of autumnal sunsets make people say absurd things?

Anne reveled in the world of color about her. "Oh, Marilla," she exclaimed one Saturday morning, coming dancing in with her arms full of gorgeous boughs, "I'm so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers. It would be terrible if we just skipped from September to November, wouldn't it? Look at these maple branches. Don't they give you a thrill--several thrills?

That's one splendid thing about such affairs — it's so lovely to look back to them.

I am simply a 'book drunkard.' Books have the same irresistible temptation for me that liquor has for its devotee. I cannot withstand them.

I'm always sorry when pleasant things end. Something still pleasanter may come after, but you can never be sure.

March came in that winter like the meekest and mildest of lambs, bringing days that were crisp and golden and tingling, each followed by a frosty pink twilight which gradually lost itself in an elfland of moonshine.