Poor girl, she must be under a terrible strain.

Gilbert Blythe, there are heaps of things I long to say to you, only it would be mean." "Miss Cornelia says them for you," said Gilbert with a rueful smile.
"She combs me down every time I encounter her.

She makes it plain to me that she regards me as little better than a murderer, and that she thinks it a great pity that Dr.Dave ever let me step into his shoes.
She even told me that the Methodist doctor over the harbor was to be preferred before me.

With Miss Cornelia the force of condemnation can no further go." "If Cornelia Bryant was sick, it would not be Doctor Dave or the Methodist doctor she would send for," sniffed Susan.

"She would have you out of your hard-earned bed in the middle of the night, doctor, dear, if she took a spell of misery, that she would.