She seemed to walk in an atmosphere of things about to happen.

…always felt the pain of her friends so keenly that she could not speak easy, fluent words of comforting. Besides, she remembered how well-meant speeches had hurt her in her own sorrow and was afraid.

But she had long ago learned that when she wandered into the realm of fancy she must go alone. The way to it was by an enchanted path where not even her dearest might follow her.

Don't be led away by those howls about realism. Remember-pine woods are just as real as pigsties and a darn sight pleasanter to be in.

You can't have many exclamation points left,' thought Anne, 'but no doubt the supply of italics is inexhaustible.

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

It's as easy to give away a million as a hundred if you have not got either.