...a Little "appreciation" Sometimes Does

It Takes All Sorts Of People To Make A World, As I've Often Heard, But I Think There Are Some Who Could Be Spared,' Anne Told Her Reflection In The East Gable Mirror That Night.

Tears Don't Hurt Like The Ache Does.

There Was No Mistaking Her Sincerity--it Breathed In Every Tone Of Her Voice. Both Marilla And Mrs. Lynde Recognized Its Unmistakable Ring. But The Former Understood In Dismay That Anne Was Actually Enjoying Her Valley Of Humiliation--was Reveling In The Thoroughness Of Her Abasement. Where Was The Wholesome Punishment Upon Which She, Marilla, Had Plumed Herself? Anne Had Turned It Into A Species Of Positive Pleasure.

"oh, Marilla, Looking Forward To Things Is Half The Pleasure Of Them," Exclaimed Anne. "you Mayn't Get The Things Themselves; But Nothing Can Prevent You From Having The Fun Of Looking Forward To Them. Mrs. Lynde Says, 'blessed Are They Who Expect Nothing For They Shall Not Be Disappointed.' But I Think It Would Be Worse To Expect Nothing Than To Be Disappointed.".

Desire Grows By What It Feeds On.