But I call her 'Mother Lavendar' and I love her next best to father.

I--I even love her a LITTLE better than you, teacher." "Which is just as it ought to be," answered Anne.
Paul was thirteen now and very tall for his years.

His face and eyes were as beautiful as ever, and his fancy was still like a prism, separating everything that fell upon it into rainbows.

He and Anne had delightful rambles to wood and field and shore.

Never were there two more thoroughly "kindred spirits." Charlotta the Fourth had blossomed out into young ladyhood.