I've a cab ready outside." "It's such a blessing you're here, Prissy.

If you weren't I think I should just sit down on my suitcase, here and now, and weep bitter tears.

What a comfort one familiar face is in a howling wilderness of strangers!" "Is that Gilbert Blythe over there, Anne?
How he has grown up this past year! He was only a schoolboy when I taught in Carmody.

And of course that's Charlie Sloane.

HE hasn't changed--couldn't! He looked just like that when he was born, and he'll look like that when he's eighty.