What had seemed easy in imagination was rather hard in reality.

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

It is a strange thing to read a letter after the writer is dead - a bitter-sweet thing, in which pain and comfort are strangely mingled.

I've had a splendid time," she concluded happily, "and I feel that it marks an epoch in my life. But the best of it all was the coming home.

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

I shall give life here my best, and I believe it will give its best to me in return.

She had...the glimmerings of a sense of humour - which is simply another name for a sense of the fitness of things.