Those blue plum trees hadn't even a blossom for three years, and I thought they might as well be cut down.

And this last spring they were white, and such a crop of plums I never remember at Green Gables." "Well, thank goodness that Anne and Gilbert really are going to be married after all.

It's what I've always prayed for," said Mrs.
Rachel, in the tone of one who is comfortably sure that her prayers have availed much.

"It was a great relief to find out that she really didn't mean to take the Kingsport man.

He was rich, to be sure, and Gilbert is poor--at least, to begin with; but then he's an Island boy." "He's Gilbert Blythe," said Marilla contentedly.