Rilla Was Fond Of Italics, As Most

A Plate Of Apples, An Open Fire, And A Jolly Good Book Are A Fair Substitute For Heaven.

...the Sorrows God Sent Us Brought Comfort And Strength With Them, While The Sorrows We Brought On Ourselves, Through Folly Or Wickedness, Were By Far The Hardest To Bear.

I Was Very Much Provoked. Of Course, I Knew There Are No Fairies; But That Needn't Prevent My Thinking There Is.

I Love To Smell Flowers In The Dark," She Said. "you Get Hold Of Their Soul Then.

Gossip, As Usual, Was One-third Right And Two-thirds Wrong.