The trouble is, my mind changes and then I have to get acquainted with it all over again.
The Haunted Wood was a harmless, pretty spruce grove in the field below the orchard. We considered that all our haunts were too commonplace, so we invented this for our own amusement.
It is a start, and I mean to keep on,” I find written in my old journal of that year.
Another story was that a certain dissipated youth of the community, going home one Saturday night, or rather Sunday morning, from some unhallowed orgy, was pursued by a lamb of fire, with its head cut off and hanging by a strip of skin or flame.
Just imagine – this night week I’ll be in Avonlea – delightful thought!” said Anne, bending over the box in which she was packing Mrs. Rachel Lynde’s quilts. “But just imagine – this night week I’ll be gone forever from Patty’s Place – horrible thought!
They can laugh when things go wrong. I like that. Anyone can laugh when it’s all smooth sailing.
Well, I am going to leave the war to Haig for the rest of the day and make a frosting for my chocolate cake. And when it is made I shall put it on the top shelf. The last one I made I left it on the lower shelf and little Kitchener sneaked in and clawed all the icing off and ate it. We had company for tea that night and when I went to get my cake what a sight did I behold!
Oh, well, I won’t call you ‘Johnny’ any more. After this I’ll call you ‘Sammy,‘” which was, of course, adding fuel to the fire.
For the next fortnight Anne writhed or reveled, according to mood, in her literary pursuits. Now she would be jubilant over a brilliant idea, now despairing because some contrary character would NOT behave properly.
There was nobody else – there never could be anybody else for me but you. I’ve loved you ever since that day you broke your slate over my head in school.
It is never quite safe to think we have done with life.
Beyond those ten minutes there did not seem, just then, to be anything worth being called Time.
Mr. Meredith couldn’t tell her, but they plunged into a discussion of German militarism that lasted long after Rosemary had found the book. Rosemary said nothing, but sat in a little rocker behind Ellen and stroked an important black cat meditatively.
Oh, isn’t it good to be alive – like this? Wouldn’t it be dreadful if one had never lived?
Miss Eliza was one of those people who give you the impression that life is indeed a vale of tears, and that a smile, never to speak of a laugh, is a waste of nervous energy truly reprehensible. The Andrew girls had been “girls” for fifty odd years and seemed likely to remain girls to the end of their earthly pilgrimage. Catherine, it was said, had not entirely given up hope, but Eliza, who was born a pessimist, had never had any.
I don’t think there is much fear of your dying of grief as long as you can talk, Anne,” said Marilla unsympathetically.
Perhaps she had not succeeded in “inspiring” any wonderful ambitions in her pupils, but she had taught them, more by her own sweet personality than by all her careful precepts, that it was good and necessary in the years that were before them to live their lives finely and graciously, holding fast to truth and courtesy and kindness, keeping aloof from all that savored of falsehood and meanness and vulgarity.
Anyway,” she thought, impatiently, “if I wanted him I think I’d find some way of hurrying him up. Ludovic SPEED! Was there ever such a misfit of a name? Such a name for such a man is a delusion and a snare.
And be very careful what friends you make. You never know what sort of creatures are in them colleges. Outwardly they may be as whited sepulchers and inwardly as ravening wolves, that’s what.
A child who was more or less under-nourished – not in body, but in soul. More of a moonbeam than a sunbeam.