Can I have some of those pearl beads off the old pincushion in the garret to make myself a ring?
And oh, Marilla, Jane Andrews told me that Minnie MacPherson told her that she heard Prissy Andrews tell Sara Gillis that I had a very pretty nose.
Marilla, that is the first compliment I have ever had in my life and you can't imagine what a strange feeling it gave me.

Marilla, have I really a pretty nose?
I know you'll tell me the truth." "Your nose is well enough," said Marilla shortly.

Secretly she thought Anne's nose was a remarkable pretty one; but she had no intention of telling her so.
That was three weeks ago and all had gone smoothly so far.

And now, this crisp September morning, Anne and Diana were tripping blithely down the Birch Path, two of the happiest little girls in Avonlea.
"I guess Gilbert Blythe will be in school today," said Diana.

"He's been visiting his cousins over in New Brunswick all summer and he only came home Saturday night.