I love a wild night storm on this old gulf shore.

As for a night like this, it is almost too beautiful--it belongs to youth and dreamland and I'm half afraid of it." "I feel as if I were part of it," said Rilla.
"Ah yes, you're young enough not to be afraid of perfect things.

Well, here we are at the House of Dreams.

It seems lonely this summer.

The Fords didn't come ?" "Mr.and Mrs.Ford and Persis didn't.