Reading Stories Is Bad Enough But Writing

But I'd Rather Look Like You Than Be Pretty," She Told Anne Sincerely. Anne Laughed, Sipped Honey From The Tribute, And Cast Away The Sting.

Mrs. Spencer Said It Was Wicked Of Me To Talk Like That, But I Didn’t Mean To Be Wicked. It’s So Easy To Be Wicked Without Knowing It, Isn’t It?

A Cold In The Head In June Is An Immoral Thing.

Fancies Are Like Shadows...you Can't Cage Them, They're Such Wayward, Dancing Things.

They Keep Coming Up New All The Time - Things To Perplex You, You Know. You Settle One Question And There's Another Right After. There Are So Many Things To Be Thought Over And Decided When You're Beginning To Grow Up. It Keeps Me Busy All The Time Thinking Them Over And Deciding What's Right. It's A Serious Thing To Grow Up, Isn't It, Marilla?