She has lovely hair, and looks as if she knew a thing or two about dreams.

I'd like to know them both--know them well--well enough to walk with my arm about their waists, and call them nicknames.

But just now I don't know them and they don't know me, and probably don't want to know me particularly.

Oh, it's lonesome!" It was lonesomer still when Anne found herself alone in her hall bedroom that night at twilight.

She was not to board with the other girls, who all had relatives in town to take pity on them.