Now there is a bend in it.

I don't know what lies around the bend, but I'm going to believe that the best does.

It has a fascination of its own, that bend, Marilla.

I wonder how the road beyond it goes--what there is of green glory and soft, checkered light and shadows--what new landscapes--what new beauties--what curves and hills and valleys further on." "I don't feel as if I ought to let you give it up," said Marilla, referring to the scholarship.
"But you can't prevent me.

I'm sixteen and a half, 'obstinate as a mule,' as Mrs.Lynde once told me," laughed Anne.