Reading Stories Is Bad Enough But Writing

Anne Reveled In The World Of Color About Her. "oh, Marilla," She Exclaimed One Saturday Morning, Coming Dancing In With Her Arms Full Of Gorgeous Boughs, "i'm So Glad I Live In A World Where There Are Octobers. It Would Be Terrible If We Just Skipped From September To November, Wouldn't It? Look At These Maple Branches. Don't They Give You A Thrill--several Thrills?

Plum Puffs Can't Minister To A Mind Diseased Or A World That's Crumbling To Pieces

To Dispair Is To Turn Your Back On God.

…determined To Enjoy Her Luxury Of Grief Uncomforted.

People Who Don't Like Cats Always Seem To Think There Is Some Peculiar Virtue In Not Liking Them.