And I DID put many a tender and loving thought of you into the little dress I made.

But I might have known that anything I made could only be a shroud in the end." "Now, Leslie, that IS bitter and morbid--put such thoughts away.
"I was so glad when you brought the little dress; and since I had to lose little Joyce I like to think that the dress she wore was the one you made for her when you let yourself love me." "Anne, do you know, I believe I shall always love you after this.

I don't think I'll ever feel that dreadful way about you again.

Talking it all out seems to have done away with it, somehow.

It's very strange--and I thought it so real and bitter.