Is ever so much easier to be good if your clothes are fashionable.
If he had preached like Peter and Paul it would have profited him nothing, for that was the day old Caleb Ramsay's sheep strayed into church and gave a loud 'ba-a-a' just as h
Help me most. I know you'll be as plucky and patient as you have shown yourself to be this past year—I'm not afraid for you. I know that no matter what happens, you'll be Rilla-my-Rilla—no matter what...
Having wrestled wildly with decimals the entire evening before, would be first. One awful day they were ties and their names were written up together. It was almost as bad as a take-notice and Anne’s...
From Mr. Bell. Sorry, miss! Sorry isn't going to help matters any. You'd better go and look at the havoc that animal has made in my oats … trampled them from center to circumference, miss. I am very s...
Crimson. A faint blue haze rested on the eastern hill, over which a great, pale, round moon was just floating up like a silver bubble. They were
Come in and I heard what he was saying. I'll tell you, Miss West, if you'll let me whisper it in your ear. Una whispered earnestly. Rosemary's face turned crimson. So John Meredith still cared. HE had...
As she held out her hand, their eyes met and all doubt was swept away in a glad certainty. They belonged to each other; and, no matter what life might hold for them, it could never alter that. Their h...
As I was when I was getting married myself. I felt exactly like a bride again last evening when I was up on the hill seeing
And the Anne Shirley of other days saw her coming, as they sat on the big veranda at Ingleside, enjoying the charm of the cat's light, the sweetness of sleepy robins whistling among the twilit maples,...
Young men are all very well in their place, but it doesn’t do to drag them into everything, does it?
Young Johnny Booth was to have been married yesterday, but he couldn't be because he's gone and got the mumps. Wasn't that like a man?
You were never poor as long as you had something to love.
You talk in the language of the violets.
You can’t have many exclamation points left, thought Anne, but no doubt the supply of italics is inexhaustible. This
Yes, it's beautiful,' said Gilbert, looking steadily down into Anne's uplifted face, 'but wouldn't it have been more beautiful still, Anne, if there had been no separation or misunderstanding . . . if...
Wilson has some fancy name for it, butI call lit macanaccady. Anything I can't analyze in the eatingline I call macanaccady and anything wet that puzzles me I callshallamagouslem.
When it was all over, Margaret's father and mother forgave her, and she went back home to wait—to WAIT. Oh, it is so dreadful just to WAIT, and do nothing else. Margaret waited for nearly a year. How...
What hurt her was that she had never had a chance to be anything but an old maid. No man had ever desired her.
What do I smell? interrupted Carl, sniffing. They all smelled it now. A most delectable odour came floating up on the still evening air from the direction of the little woodsy dell below the manse hil...