It's strange how children change when they grow up.' I adore aunts, but I detest great-aunts.

Please tell me quite often that I am pretty, if you don't mind.

I feel so much more comfortable when I can believe I'm pretty.

And I'll be just as obliging to you if you want me to--I CAN be, with a clear conscience." "Thanks," laughed Anne, "but Priscilla and I are so firmly convinced of our own good looks that we don't need any assurance about them, so you needn't trouble." "Oh, you're laughing at me.

I know you think I'm abominably vain, but I'm not.