Anne was always glad in the happiness of her friends; but it is sometimes a little lonely to be surrounded everywhere by happiness that is not your own.

All things great are wound up with all things little.

Anne laughed and sighed. She felt very old and mature and wise — which showed how young she was.

But just think what a dull world it would be if everyone was sensible,' pleaded Anne.

I am simply a book drunkard.

It will come sometime. Some beautiful morning she will just wake up and find it is Tomorrow. Not Today but Tomorrow. And then things will happen ... wonderful things.

She suddenly found herself laughing without bitterness.