Captain Jim thought women were delightful creatures, who ought to have the vote, and everything else they wanted, bless their hearts; but he did not believe they could write.
Can you expect me to be just when you've just killed me? Oh, I know I asked for it--I know it's good for me. Horrible things always are good for you, I suppose. After you've been killed a few times yo...
Cakes have such a terrible habit of turning out bad just when you especially want them to be good - Anne Shirley
But was anything in life, Anne asked herself wearily, like one's imagination of it?
But was anything in life, Anne asked herself wearily, like one's imagination of it? It was the old diamond disillusion of childhood repeated - the same disappointment she had felt when she had first s...
But she was still as fully determined as ever that she would not wear those abominable stockings to church. CHAPTER
But she had, as I have told you, the glimmerings of a sense of humor—which is simply another name for a sense of fitness of things;
But I can't believe in fairies myself, protested Emily sorrowfully. I wish I could.But you are a fairy yourself
Big guns are good but the Almighty is better, and He is on our side, no matter what the Kaiser says about it.
Aunt Ruth looked at the unlucky pair.What are you doing here? she asked Perry.Stovepipe Town made a mistake.Oh, looking for a round square, said Perry off-handedly, his eyes suddenly becoming limpid w...
Another story was that a certain dissipated youth of the community, going home one Saturday night, or rather Sunday morning, from some unhallowed orgy, was pursued by a lamb of fire, with its head cut...
Anne, with her elbows on the window sill, her soft cheek laid against her clasped hands, and her eyes filled with visions, looked out unheedingly across city roof and spire to that glorious dome of su...
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.
Anne was kneeling at the west gable window watching the sunset sky that was like a great flower with petals of crocus and a heart of fiery yellow.
Anne smiled and sighed. The seasons that seemed so long to Baby Rilla were beginning to pass all too quickly for her. Another summer was ended, lighted out of life by the ageless gold of Lombardy torc...
Anne looked up. Tall and handsome and distinguished-looking—dark, melancholy, inscrutable eyes—melting, musical, sympathetic voice—yes, the very hero of her dreams stood before her in the flesh. He co...
Anne had wandered down the the Dryard's Bubble and was curled up among the ferns at the root of the n=big white birch where sher and Gilbert had so often sat ion summers gone by. Hew had gone into the...
Anne had brought her slate down on Gilbert's head and cracked it—slate not head—clear across.
Anne Shirley, how often have I told you never to let one of those Italians in the house! I don't believe in encouraging them to come around at all.
Andrew is going to be one of my problems. Dean thinks it's great fun--he knows what is in the wind as well as I do. He is always teasing me about my red-headed young man--my r.h.y.m. for short.He's al...