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

You'd find it easier to be bad than good if you had red hair." — Anne Shirley

Poor soul, she always knew everything about her neighbors, but she never was very well acquainted with herself.

Rilla's heart skipped a beat — or, if that be a physiological impossibility, she thought it did.

Since you are determined to be married, Miss Cornelia," said Gilbert solemnly, "I shall give you the excellent rules for the management of a husband which my grandmother gave my mother when she married my father." "Well, I reckon I can manage Marshall Elliott," said Miss Cornelia placidly. "But let us hear your rules." "The first one is, catch him." "He's caught. Go on." "The second one is, feed him well." "With enough pie. What next?" "The third and fourth are-- keep your eye on him.

Anne "felt instinctively" that romance was peeping at her around a corner.

It's fun to be almost grown up in some ways, but it's not the kind of fun I expected, Marilla. There's so much to learn and do and think that there isn't time for big words.