Nasturtiums, who colored you, you wonderful, glowing things? You must have been fashioned out of summer sunsets.

Our sacrifice is greater than his," cried Rilla passionately. "Our boys give only themselves. We give them.

That doesn't sound very attractive," laughed Anne. "I like people to have a little nonsense about them.

But if you call me Anne, please call me Anne with an 'e'.

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

I wish we could see perfumes as well as smell them. I'm sure they would be very beautiful.

For there is no bond more lasting than that formed by the mutual confidences of that magic time when youth is slipping from the sheath of childhood and beginning to wonder what lies for it beyond those misty hills that bound the golden road.