"Look, Anne, it's just like a land in itself, isn't it?
That long, low back of purple cloud is the shore, and the clear sky further on is like a golden sea." "If we could sail to it in the moonshine boat Paul wrote of in his old composition--you remember ?--how nice it would be," said Anne, rousing from her reverie.

"Do you think we could find all our yesterdays there, Diana--all our old springs and blossoms?
The beds of flowers that Paul saw there are the roses that have bloomed for us in the past ?" "Don't!" said Diana.

"You make me feel as if we were old women with everything in life behind us." "I think I've almost felt as if we were since I heard about poor Ruby," said Anne.

"If it is true that she is dying any other sad thing might be true, too." "You don't mind calling in at Elisha Wright's for a moment, do you ?" asked Diana.

"Mother asked me to leave this little dish of jelly for Aunt Atossa." "Who is Aunt Atossa ?" "Oh, haven't you heard?
She's Mrs.Samson Coates of Spencervale--Mrs.
Elisha Wright's aunt.