Twilight Drops Her Curtain Down, And Pins

Rilla's Heart Skipped A Beat — Or, If That Be A Physiological Impossibility, She Thought It Did.

Death Grows Friendlier As We Grow Older.

Here Sat Marilla Cuthbert, When She Sat At All, Slightly Distrustful Of Sunshine, Which Seemed To Her Too Dancing And Irresponsible A Thing For A World Which Was Meant To Be Taken Seriously.

I Couldn't Live Where There Were No Trees--something Vital In Me Would Starve.

I Know You're A Fool, Jim Hardy, But For Heaven's Sake Pretend You're Not For Five Minutes.