There was something in her movements that made you think she never walked but always danced.

But she had long ago learned that when she wandered into the realm of fancy she must go alone. The way to it was by an enchanted path where not even her dearest might follow her.

I have really done so few bad things that they have to keep harping on the old ones [.]

I'd rather look ridiculous when everybody else does than plain and sensible all by myself.

She looks just as music sounds, I think,' answered Anne.

Don't be led away by those howls about realism. Remember-pine woods are just as real as pigsties and a darn sight pleasanter to be in.

Nasturtiums, who colored you, you wonderful, glowing things? You must have been fashioned out of summer sunsets.