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

There are many worse friends than the soft, silent, furry, cat-folk.

All that Ruby said was so horribly true, she was leaving everything she cared for. She had laid up her treasures on earth only. She had lived solely for the little things of life, the things that pass, forgetting the great things that go onward into eternity bridging the gulf between the two lives and making of death a mere passing of one dwelling to the other. From twilight to unclouded day. ...it was no wonder her soul clung in blind helplessness to the only things she knew and loved.

Most of the trouble in life comes from misunderstanding, I think,' said Anne.

Oh", she thought, "how horrible it is that people have to grow up-and marry-and change!

How fair the realm Imagination opens to the view.

Words aren't made — they grow,' said Anne.