it would be lovely to sleep in a wild cherry-tree all white with bloom in the moonshine

Isn't it terrible the way some unworthy folks are loved, while others that deserve it far more, you'd think, never get much affection?

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

…I think,' concluded Anne, hitting on a very vital truth, 'that we always love best the people who need us.

I do know my own mind,' protested Anne. 'The trouble is, my mind changes and then I have to get acquainted with it all over again.

How wicked I was to wish that something dramatic would happen!' she thought. 'Oh, if we could only have those dear, monotonous, pleasant days back again! I would *never* grumble about them again.

I don't want sunbursts and marble halls. I just want YOU. Sunbursts and marble halls may be all very well, but there is more 'scope for imagination' without them. And as for the waiting, that doesn't matter. We'll just be happy, waiting and working for each other—and dreaming. Oh, dreams will be very sweet now.