"Isn't that splendid?
I hoped she would, but she didn't think her father would consent.

He has, however, and we're to board together.

I feel that I can face an army with banners--or all the professors of Redmond in one fell phalanx--with a chum like Priscilla by my side." "I think we'll like Kingsport," said Gilbert.

"It's a nice old burg, they tell me, and has the finest natural park in the world.

I've heard that the scenery in it is magnificent." "I wonder if it will be--can be--any more beautiful than this," murmured Anne, looking around her with the loving, enraptured eyes of those to whom "home" must always be the loveliest spot in the world, no matter what fairer lands may lie under alien stars.
They were leaning on the bridge of the old pond, drinking deep of the enchantment of the dusk, just at the spot where Anne had climbed from her sinking Dory on the day Elaine floated down to Camelot.