I reckon they didn't last long among that drove of Thomas youngsters.

They was destructive young animals, as I mind 'em." "I haven't one thing that belonged to my mother," said Anne, chokily.
"I--I can never thank you enough for these letters." "You're quite welcome.

Laws, but your eyes is like your ma's.

She could just about talk with hers.

Your father was sorter homely but awful nice.
I mind hearing folks say when they was married that there never was two people more in love with each other--Pore creatures, they didn't live much longer; but they was awful happy while they was alive, and I s'pose that counts for a good deal." Anne longed to get home to read her precious letters; but she made one little pilgrimage first.