I'll be fifteen in another month, and then nobody can say I'm a child any longer.

I heard someone say once that the years from fifteen to nineteen are the best years in a girl's life.

I'm going to make them perfectly splendid--just fill them with fun." "There's no use thinking about what you're going to do--you are tolerably sure not to do it." "Oh, but you do get a lot of fun out of the thinking," cried Rilla.
"You think of nothing but fun, you monkey," said Miss Oliver indulgently, reflecting that Rilla's chin was really the last word in chins.

"Well, what else is fifteen for?
But have you any notion of going to college this fall ?" "No--nor any other fall.

I don't want to.