The Woods Are Never Solitary--they Are Full

It Is Ever So Much Easier To Be Good If Your Clothes Are Fashionable.

Outgrowing Things We Love Is Never A Pleasant Process.

Anne Came Dancing Home In The Purple Winter Twilight Across The Snowy Places.

Behind Them In The Garden The Little Stone House Brooded Among The Shadows. It Was Lonely But Not Forsaken. It Had Not Yet Done With Dreams And Laughter And The Joy Of Life; There Were To Be Future Summers For The Little Stone House; Meanwhile, It Could Wait. And Over The River In Purple Durance The Echoes Bided Their Time.

Mrs. Cadbury: Tell Me What You Know About Yourself. Anne Shirley: Well, It Really Isn't Worth Telling, Mrs. Cadbury... But If You Let Me Tell You What I Imagine About Myself You'd Find It A Lot More Interesting.