To Dispair Is To Turn Your Back

One June Evening, When The Orchards Were Pink-blossomed Again, When The Frogs Were Singing Silverly Sweet In The Marshes About The Head Of The Lake Of Shining Waters, And The Air Was Full Of The Savor Of Clover Fields And Balsamic Fir Woods, Anne Was Sitting By Her Gable Window. She Had Been Studying Her Lessons, But It Had Grown Too Dark To See The Book, So She Had Fallen Into Wide-eyed Reverie, Looking Out Past The Boughs Of The Snow Queen, Once More Bestarred With Its Tufts Of Blossom.

There Must Be A Limit To The Mistakes One Person Can Make, And When I Get To The End Of Them, Then I'll Be Through With Them. That's A Comforting Thought

I'm So Glad I Live In A World Where There Are Octobers. It Would Be Terrible If We Just Skipped From September To November, Wouldn't It?

That Doesn't Sound Very Attractive," Laughed Anne. "i Like People To Have A Little Nonsense About Them.

I Can Just Imagine Myself Sitting Down At The Head Of The Table And Pouring Out The Tea," Said Anne, Shutting Her Eyes Ecstatically. "and Asking Diana If She Takes Sugar! I Know She Doesn't But Of Course I'll Ask Her Just As If I Didn't Know.