How Fair The Realm Imagination Opens To

Why, I've Never Even Had A Quarrel With Any One. I Haven't An Enemy. What A Spineless Thing I Must Be Not To Have Even One Enemy!

Our Sacrifice Is Greater Than His," Cried Rilla Passionately. "our Boys Give Only Themselves. We Give Them.

It's Bad Enough To Feel Insignificant, But It's Unbearable To Have It Grained Into Your Soul That You Will Never, Can Never, Be Anything But Insignificant.

I'm Sure I Shall Always Feel Like A Child In The Wood.

It Takes All Sorts Of People To Make A World, As I've Often Heard, But I Think There Are Some Who Could Be Spared,' Anne Told Her Reflection In The East Gable Mirror That Night.