March came in that winter like the meekest and mildest of lambs, bringing days that were crisp and golden and tingling, each followed by a frosty pink twilight which gradually lost itself in an elfland of moonshine.
Lucy Maud MontgomeryWhich would you rather be if you had the choice--divinely beautiful or dazzlingly clever or angelically good?
Lucy Maud MontgomeryFancies are like shadows...you can't cage them, they're such wayward, dancing things.
Lucy Maud Montgomery