But you have such dimples," said Anne, smiling affectionately into the pretty, vivacious face so near her own. "Lovely dimples, like little dents in cream. I have given up all hope of dimples. My dimple-dream will never come true; but so many of my dreams have that I mustn't complain. Am I all ready now?

When twilight drops her curtain down And pins it with a star Remember that you have a friend Though she may wander far.

Death grows friendlier as we grow older.

Oh, Marilla, I thought I was happy before. Now I know that I just dreamed a pleasant dream of happiness. This is the reality.

I love to smell flowers in the dark," she said. "You get hold of their soul then.

I'd like to add some beauty to life," said Anne dreamily. "I don't exactly want to make people KNOW more... though I know that IS the noblest ambition... but I'd love to make them have a pleasanter time because of me... to have some little joy or happy thought that would never have existed if I hadn't been born.

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