You must be real tired.

I'm going to get you some supper." "There's a darling moonrise behind the hills tonight, Marilla, and oh, how the frogs sang me home from Carmody! I do love the music of the frogs.

It seems bound up with all my happiest recollections of old spring evenings.

And it always reminds me of the night I came here first.

Do you remember it, Marilla ?" "Well, yes," said Marilla with emphasis.