Their Happiness Was In Each Others Keeping,

Nothing Ever Seems Impossible In Spring, You Know.

Snow In April Is Abominable," Said Anne. "like A Slap In The Face When You Expect A Kiss.

The Night Was Clear And Frosty, All Ebony Of Shadow And Silver Of Snowy Slope; Big Stars Were Shining Over The Silent Fields; Here And There The Dark Pointed Firs Stood Up With Snow Powdering Their Branches And The Wind Whistling Through Them.

The Body Grows Slowly And Steadily But The Soul Grows By Leaps And Bounds. It May Come To Its Full Stature In An Hour.

I Do Know My Own Mind,' Protested Anne. 'the Trouble Is, My Mind Changes And Then I Have To Get Acquainted With It All Over Again.