True friends are always together in spirit.

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

All things great are wound up with all things little.

A plate of apples, an open fire, and a jolly good book are a fair substitute for heaven.

She had never before minded being alone. Now she dreaded it. When she was alone now she felt so dreadfully alone.

Perhaps. . .love unfolded naturally out of a beautiful friendship, as a golden-hearted rose slipping from its green sheath.

You see," she concluded miserably, "when I can call like that to him across space--I belong to him. He doesn't love me--he never will--but I belong to him.