"It has been a nice summer," said Diana, twisting the new ring on her left hand with a smile.
“Harvest is ended and summer is gone," quoted Anne Shirley,
A fox will track a vixen for a week
a little undercurrent of vague pain and dissatisfaction running through it
A piano made from ice
There was quite a bewildering succession of drives, dances, picnics and boating parties
almost as beautiful as the angel on my string
Anne of the Island
Coordinates is an anagram of Decorations
For a little while I had a dog.
gazing across the shorn fields dreamily.
He was the first to escape
I had one white pill and one yellow pill in the morning, and in the afternoon I had a pink pill and in the evening white.
I went into the trees and built a shelter.
I will give you the horse, a cart, a leather coat, a plate and some gasoline
Murder Club, the Vicarage 19:15 Mondays
the fields were bare and sere, scarfed with golden rod,
The fortnight Anne spent in Bolingbroke
The house bleeds
The Promise Tree
The woman was fat and her face was pink.
There is a woman I love who could not kill a wasp
There was not, however, much time to think about him.
They were both nice, manly fellows, but Anne would not be drawn into any opinion as to which was the nicer.
We are studying love
When he was eight he was stolen by gypsies
When he was ninety he swam across the bay.
whenever she thought about Gilbert.
Whispers of a life without borders