She Had...the Glimmerings Of A Sense Of

Don't You Ever Imagine Things Differently Than What They Are? Oh, Marilla, How Much You Miss.

Nobody With Any Real Sense Of Humor *can* Write A Love Story. . . . Shakespeare Is The Exception That Proves The Rule. (90-91)

Most Things Are Predestined, But Some Are Just Darn Sheer Luck, Said Roaring Abel.

It Is A Strange Thing To Read A Letter After The Writer Is Dead - A Bitter-sweet Thing, In Which Pain And Comfort Are Strangely Mingled.

Anne, Are You Killed?' Shrieked Diana, Throwing Herself On Her Knees Beside Her Friend. 'oh, Anne, Dear Anne, Speak Just One Word To Me And Tell Me If You're Killed.