Matthew, much to his own surprise, was enjoying himself. Like most quiet folks he liked talkative people when they were willing to do the talking themselves and did not expect him to keep up his end of it.

[she] had a great reputation for unselfishness because she was always giving up a lot of things she didn't want.

…determined to enjoy her luxury of grief uncomforted.

I like to hear a storm at night. It is so cosy to snuggle down among the blankets and feel that it can't get at you.

That's all the freedom we canhope for - the freedom to choose our prison. [...]

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

I'm afraid of those cows,' protested poor Dora, seeing a prospect of escape. 'The very idea of your being scared of those cows,' scoffed Davy. 'Why, they're both younger than you.