Marilla felt more embarrassed than ever. She had intended to teach Anne the childish classic, "Now I lay me down to sleep." But she had, as I have told you, the glimmerings of a sense of humor--which is simply another name for a sense of the fitness of things; and it suddenly occurred to her that simple little prayer, sacred to the white-robed childhood lisping at motherly knees, was entirely unsuited to this freckled witch of a girl who knew and cared nothing about God's love, since she had never had it translated to her through the medium of human love.

I'm not a bit changed - not really. I'm only just pruned down and branched out. The real me - back here - is just the same.

Listen to the trees talking in their sleep,' she whispered, as he lifted her to the ground. 'What nice dreams they must have!

I was very much provoked. Of course, I knew there are no fairies; but that needn't prevent my thinking there is.

Rebellion flamed up in her soul as the dark hours passed by – not because she had no future but because she had no past.

That is one consolation when you are poor—there are so many more things you can imagine about.

Our sacrifice is greater than his," cried Rilla passionately. "Our boys give only themselves. We give them.