No Use In Taking A Cat's Opinion

Marilla Felt More Embarrassed Than Ever. She Had Intended To Teach Anne The Childish Classic, "now I Lay Me Down To Sleep." But She Had, As I Have Told You, The Glimmerings Of A Sense Of Humor--which Is Simply Another Name For A Sense Of The Fitness Of Things; And It Suddenly Occurred To Her That Simple Little Prayer, Sacred To The White-robed Childhood Lisping At Motherly Knees, Was Entirely Unsuited To This Freckled Witch Of A Girl Who Knew And Cared Nothing About God's Love, Since She Had Never Had It Translated To Her Through The Medium Of Human Love.

Don't Look At Me So Sorrowfully And So Disapprovingly, Dearest. I Can't Be Sober And Serious - Everything Looks So Rosy And Rainbowy To Me.

Perhaps, After All, Romance Did Not Come Into One's Life With Pomp And Blare... Perhaps It Crept To One's Side Like An Old Friend Through Quiet Ways.

Nasturtiums, Who Colored You, You Wonderful, Glowing Things? You Must Have Been Fashioned Out Of Summer Sunsets.

And He Wrote, "when The Moon Rises Tonight Think Of Me And I'll Think Of You.