Isn't it a splendid thing that there are mornings?
But I feel very sad.

I've just been imagining that it was really me you wanted after all and that I was to stay here for ever and ever.

It was a great comfort while it lasted.
But the worst of imagining things is that the time comes when you have to stop and that hurts." "You'd better get dressed and come down-stairs and never mind your imaginings," said Marilla as soon as she could get a word in edgewise.
"Breakfast is waiting.

Wash your face and comb your hair.

Leave the window up and turn your bedclothes back over the foot of the bed.