You don't know how my heart longs for it." "You won't have much of a time," said Phil scornfully.

"There'll be one or two quilting parties, I suppose; and all the old gossips will talk you over to your face and behind your back.

You'll die of lonesomeness, child." "In Avonlea ?" said Anne, highly amused.
"Now, if you'd come with me you'd have a perfectly gorgeous time.
Bolingbroke would go wild over you, Queen Anne--your hair and your style and, oh, everything! You're so DIFFERENT.

You'd be such a success--and I would bask in reflected glory--'not the rose but near the rose.' Do come, after all, Anne." "Your picture of social triumphs is quite fascinating, Phil, but I'll paint one to offset it.

I'm going home to an old country farmhouse, once green, rather faded now, set among leafless apple orchards.