a few italics really do relieve your feelings.

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?

…there was something about her that made you feel it was safe to tell her secrets.

Satirize wickedness if you must--but pity weakness.

Rilla's heart skipped a beat — or, if that be a physiological impossibility, she thought it did.

Nothing is ever really lost to us as long as we remember it.

I'm so glad my window looks east into the sunrising- It's so splendid to see the morning coming up over those long hills and glowing through those sharp fir tops. It's new every morning, and I feel as if I washed my very soul in that bath of earliest sunshine.