She had looked her duty courageously in the face and found it a friend - as duty ever is when we meet it frankly.
Lucy Maud MontgomeryWhy did dusk and fir-scent and the afterglow of autumnal sunsets make people say absurd things?
Lucy Maud MontgomeryIt was October again ... a glorious October, all red and gold, with mellow mornings when the valleys were filled with delicate mists as if the spirit of autumn had poured them in for the sun to drain - amethyst, pearl, silver, rose, and smoke-blue. The dews were so heavy that the fields glistened like cloth of silver and there were such heaps of rustling leaves in the hollows of many-stemmed woods to run crisply through.
Lucy Maud Montgomery