"I never looked for you till tomorrow night.

How did you get from Carmody ?" "Walked, dearest of Marillas.

Haven't I done it a score of times in the Queen's days?
The mailman is to bring my trunk tomorrow; I just got homesick all at once, and came a day earlier.

And oh! I've had such a lovely walk in the May twilight; I stopped by the barrens and picked these Mayflowers; I came through Violet-Vale; it's just a big bowlful of violets now--the dear, sky-tinted things.

Smell them, Marilla--drink them in." Marilla sniffed obligingly, but she was more interested in Anne than in drinking violets.
"Sit down, child.