I can just imagine myself sitting down at the head of the table and pouring out the tea," said Anne, shutting her eyes ecstatically. "And asking Diana if she takes sugar! I know she doesn't but of course I'll ask her just as if I didn't know.

People told her she hadn't changed much, in a tone which hinted they were surprised and a little disappointed she hadn't.

I am well in body although considerable rumpled up in spirit.

…I think,' concluded Anne, hitting on a very vital truth, 'that we always love best the people who need us.

Don't look at me so sorrowfully and so disapprovingly, dearest. I can't be sober and serious - everything looks so rosy and rainbowy to me.

Everything is new in the spring. Springs themselves are always so new, too. No spring is ever just like any other spring. It always has something of its own to be its own peculiar sweetness.

It was three o'clock in the morning – the wisest and most accursed hour of the clock. But sometimes it sets us free.