You know me now, Anne--the worst of me--the barriers are all down.

And you still want to be my friend ?" Anne looked up through the birches, at the white paper-lantern of a half moon drifting downwards to the gulf of sunset.

Her face was very sweet.
"I am your friend and you are mine, for always," she said.

"Such a friend as I never had before.

I have had many dear and beloved friends--but there is a something in you, Leslie, that I never found in anyone else.