A Good Laugh Is As

An Old House With Its Windows Gone Always Makes Me Think Of Something Dead With Its Eyes Picked Out.

There's Such A Lot Of Different Annes In Me. I Sometimes Think That Is Why I'm Such A Troublesome Person. If I Was Just The One Anne It Would Be Ever So Much More Comfortable, But Then It Wouldn't Be Half So Interesting.

A Few Italics Really Do Relieve Your Feelings.

Nothing Ever Seems Impossible In Spring, You Know.

Mrs. Lynde Says, 'blessed Are They Who Expect Nothing For They Shall Not Be Disappointed.