They will walk about Westminster Abbey and knit, I feel sure.

Meanwhile, Anne, we shall be living in Patty's Place--and on Spofford Avenue.

I feel like a millionairess even now." "I feel like one of the morning stars that sang for joy," said Anne.
Phil Gordon crept into Thirty-eight, St.John's, that night and flung herself on Anne's bed.
"Girls, dear, I'm tired to death.

I feel like the man without a country--or was it without a shadow?
I forget which.

Anyway, I've been packing up." "And I suppose you are worn out because you couldn't decide which things to pack first, or where to put them," laughed Priscilla.
"E-zackly.