It's Rather Hard To Decide Just When

She Will Love Deeply--suffer Terribly--she Will Have Glorious Moments To Compensate.

It Is When My Umbrella Turns Inside Out That I Am Convinced Of The Total Depravity Of Inanimate Things.

Listen To The Trees Talking In Their Sleep,' She Whispered, As He Lifted Her To The Ground. 'what Nice Dreams They Must Have!

I Do Know My Own Mind,' Protested Anne. 'the Trouble Is, My Mind Changes And Then I Have To Get Acquainted With It All Over Again.

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