"I've had that said to me before, but I have my doubts about it," remarked skeptical Anne, sniffing at her narcissi.

"Oh, aren't these flowers sweet! It was lovely of Mrs.Lynde to give them to me.

I have no hard feelings against Mrs.
Lynde now.

It gives you a lovely, comfortable feeling to apologize and be forgiven, doesn't it?
Aren't the stars bright tonight?
If you could live in a star, which one would you pick?
I'd like that lovely clear big one away over there above that dark hill." "Anne, do hold your tongue," said Marilla, thoroughly worn out trying to follow the gyrations of Anne's thoughts.
Anne said no more until they turned into their own lane.

A little gypsy wind came down it to meet them, laden with the spicy perfume of young dew-wet ferns.