The independent Miss Blythe, whom a certain clique of Junior Red Cross girls accused of being domineering and "bossy," was thoroughly cowed.

“That—tombstone—over here,” said Carl, “it’s—moving—about—it’s coming—at—me—keep it—away—please.”

The captain had become very impatient because of several delays he had already met with, and he was in a furious temper.

"The Merediths had a letter from Carl today. His wound was "only a slight one"—but it was in his right eye and the sight is gone for ever!

“Oh, Rosemary,” Ellen looked up in distress, “I’m so ashamed—I don’t deserve it—after all I said to you—”

“Stuff and nonsense!” he exclaimed angrily. “I don’t believe in Foreign Missions—don’t believe in them at all. I never give a cent to them.”

"I can't give Jims up to a woman who won't love him," she thought rebelliously.

“Miss Reade is no better friends with her than she is with me and you,” retorted Felicity.

"Mr. Hyde is gone," she announced.

“Don’t you like father?” asked Una, lifting reproachful eyes. “Oh, Miss West, you don’t know how nice he is. I’m sure he’d make you a good husband.”

“Jasper Dale never so much as THOUGHT about a woman,” Carlisle oracles declared. Oracles, however, are not always to be trusted.

She ought to know him—there was certainly something very familiar about him—"Rilla-my-Rilla," he said.

A vision of Susan in “white and a veil” presented itself before Anne’s inner vision and was almost too much for her.

“The Awkward Man and Miss Reade are going to have a lovely day for their wedding,” I said.

“I’ll g-give him cream every m-morning and n-night,” sobbed Felicity, “but I’ll never be able to look at him without crying. He’ll make me think of you.”

“A spell of eternity is woven over it, surely,” murmured Uncle Blair. “Winter may not touch it, or spring ever revisit it. It should be like this for ever.”

“Thank goodness there are no more fathers to come back,” breathed Cecily with a vicious earnestness that made us all laugh, even in the midst of our dismay.

“Farewell, dearest Paddy, in all the years that are to be We’ll cherish your memory faithfully."

“It’s Billy Robinson who ought to be ashamed when he meets you or any of us,” commented Cecily severely. “I’d rather be cheated than cheat other people.”

The Story Girl was gone.