Oh Marilla, looking forward to things is half the pleasure of them," exclaimed Anne.

When twilight drops her curtain down And pins it with a star Remember that you have a friend Though she may wander far.

Life owes me something more than it has paid me and I'm going out to collect it.

I believe I've put forth a tiny soul-root into Kingsport soil this afternoon. I hope so. I hate to feel transplanted.

…determined to enjoy her luxury of grief uncomforted.

Red hair is my life long sorrow.

It makes you feel very virtuous when you forgive people, doesn't it?