It stretched before me like an unending season.

Now, ''tis a handbreadth, 'tis a tale.'" "Anne, are you and Gilbert Blythe as good friends as you used to be ?" asked Miss Lavendar quietly.
"I am just as much Gilbert's friend as ever I was, Miss Lavendar." Miss Lavendar shook her head.
"I see something's gone wrong, Anne.

I'm going to be impertinent and ask what.

Have you quarrelled ?" "No; it's only that Gilbert wants more than friendship and I can't give him more." "Are you sure of that, Anne ?" "Perfectly sure." "I'm very, very sorry." "I wonder why everybody seems to think I ought to marry Gilbert Blythe," said Anne petulantly.
"Because you were made and meant for each other, Anne--that is why.

You needn't toss that young head of yours.