Oh, Marilla, I Thought I Was Happy

Few Things In Avonlea Ever Escaped Mrs. Lynde. It Was Only That Morning Anne Had Said, "if You Went To Your Own Room At Midnight, Locked The Door, Pulled Down The Blind, And Sneezed, Mrs. Lynde Would Ask You The Next Day How Your Cold Was!

Dear Old World', She Murmured, 'you Are Very Lovely, And I Am Glad To Be Alive In You.

Dogs Want Only Love But Cats Demand Worship.

It's The Fools That Make All The Trouble In The World, Not The Wicked.

I Don't Like Green Christmases. They're Not Green—they're Just Nasty Faded Browns And Grays.