Maples are such sociable trees ... They're always rustling and whispering to you.

I have a dream," he said slowly. "I persist in dreaming it, although it has often seemed to me that it could never come true. I dream of a home with a hearth-fire in it, a cat and dog, the footsteps of friends -- and YOU!

She suddenly found herself laughing without bitterness.

How wicked I was to wish that something dramatic would happen!' she thought. 'Oh, if we could only have those dear, monotonous, pleasant days back again! I would *never* grumble about them again.

The world calls them its singers and poets and artists and storytellers; but they are just people who have never forgotten the way to fairyland.

That doesn't sound very attractive," laughed Anne. "I like people to have a little nonsense about them.

The world looks like something God had just imaged for his own pleasure, doesn't it?