I can't tell you the person's name because I have vowed never to let it cross my lips.

We made wreaths of the Mayflowers and put them on our hats; and when the time came to go home we marched in procession down the road, two by two, with our bouquets and wreaths, singing 'My Home on the Hill.' Oh, it was so thrilling, Marilla.

All Mr.Silas Sloane's folks rushed out to see us and everybody we met on the road stopped and stared after us.

We made a real sensation." "Not much wonder! Such silly doings!" was Marilla's response.
After the Mayflowers came the violets, and Violet Vale was empurpled with them.

Anne walked through it on her way to school with reverent steps and worshiping eyes, as if she trod on holy ground.
"Somehow," she told Diana, "when I'm going through here I don't really care whether Gil--whether anybody gets ahead of me in class or not.