Anne reveled in the world of color about her. "Oh, Marilla," she exclaimed one Saturday morning, coming dancing in with her arms full of gorgeous boughs, "I'm so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers. It would be terrible if we just skipped from September to November, wouldn't it? Look at these maple branches. Don't they give you a thrill--several thrills?

Good night, belovedest. Your sleep will be sweet if there is any influences in the wishes of your own.

I know you're a fool, Jim Hardy, but for heaven's sake pretend you're not for five minutes.

In everything you do aim to excel for what is worth doing is worth doing well

And if you couldn't be loved, the next best thing was to be let alone.

God's in His heaven, alls right with the world', whispered Anne softly.

I wonder why people so commonly suppose that if two individuals are both writers they must therefore be hugely congenial," said Anne, rather scornfully. "Nobody would expect two blacksmiths to be violently attracted toward each other merely because they were both blacksmiths.