Rilla of Ingleside

"The new day is knocking at the window. What will it bring us, I wonder."

Don't wish it. Dramatic things always have a bitterness for some one

The only part of me that feels old," said Mrs. Blythe, "is the ankle I broke when Josie Pye dared me to walk the Barry ridge-pole in the Green Gables days. I have an ache in it when the wind is east

Susan and I would fall to fighting with each other to break the monotony." Susan smiled at this pleasantry. The idea of her fighting with "Mrs. Dr. dear

When I look at those two tall sons of mine I wonder if they can possibly be the fat, sweet, dimpled babies I kissed and cuddled and sang to slumber the other day--only the other day, Miss Cornelia. Wasn't Jem the dearest baby in the old House of Dreams? and now he's a B.A. and accused of courting

Bruce adores Jem," said Mrs Blythe. "When he comes over here he follows Jem about silently like a faithful little dog, looking up at him from under his black brows. He would do anything for Jem, I verily believe."

Go to your mother and get him to wash your fur."

She's more like a chum than a step-mother

Patience is a tired mare but she jogs on

moon-dappled solitude