Oh, I could endure anything if I only thought my hair would be a handsome auburn when I grew up.

It would be so much easier to be good if one's hair was a handsome auburn, don't you think?
And now may I go out into your garden and sit on that bench under the apple-trees while you and Marilla are talking?
There is so much more scope for imagination out there." "Laws, yes, run along, child.

And you can pick a bouquet of them white June lilies over in the corner if you like." As the door closed behind Anne Mrs.Lynde got briskly up to light a lamp.
"She's a real odd little thing.

Take this chair, Marilla; it's easier than the one you've got; I just keep that for the hired boy to sit on.

Yes, she certainly is an odd child, but there is something kind of taking about her after all.