Saying One's Prayers Isn't Exactly

I Love Pretty Things; And I Hate To Look In The Glass And See Something That Isn't Pretty. It Makes Me Feel So Sorrowful—just As I Feel When I Look At Any Ugly Thing. I Pity It Because It Isn't Beautiful.

There Is So Much In The World For Us All If We Only Have The Eyes To See It, And The Heart To Love It, And The Hand To Gather It To Ourselves--so Much In Men And Women, So Much In Art And Literature, So Much Everywhere In Which To Delight, And For Which To Be Thankful.

…determined To Enjoy Her Luxury Of Grief Uncomforted.

But Really, Marilla, One Can't Stay Sad Very Long In Such An Interesting World, Can One?

I've Come Home In Love With Loneliness