...Isn't it splendid to think of all the things there are to find out about? It just makes me feel glad to be alive--it's such an interesting world. It wouldn't be half so interesting if we knew all about everything$$$ would it? There'd be no scope for imagination then$$$ would there?
It's delightful when your imaginations come true$$$ isn't it?
Isn't it splendid to think of all the things there are to find out about? It just makes me feel glad to be alive--it's such an interesting world. It wouldn't be half so interesting if we know all about everything$$$ would it? There'd be no scope for imagination then$$$ would there?But am I talking too much? People are always telling me I do. Would you rather I didn't talk? If you say so I'll stop. I can STOP when I make up my mind to it$$$ although it's difficult.
Because when you are imagining$$$ you might as well imagine something worth while.
…determined to enjoy her luxury of grief uncomforted.
He smiled his shy smile at her as he went into the yard. Anne took the memory of it with her when she went to her room that night and sat for a long while at her open window$$$ thinking of the past and dreaming of the future. Outside the Snow Queen was mistily white in the moonshine; the frogs were singing in the marsh beyond Orchard Slope. Anne always remembered the silvery$$$ peaceful beauty and fragrant calm of that night. It was the last night before sorrow touched her life; and no life is ever quite the same again when once that cold$$$ sanctifying touch has been laid upon it.
Isn't it splendid to think of all the things there are to find out about? It just makes me feel glad to be alive--it's such an interesting world
God's in His heaven$$$ alls right with the world'$$$ whispered Anne softly.
But if you have big ideas you have to use big words to express them$$$ haven't you?
But you have such dimples$$$" said Anne$$$ smiling affectionately into the pretty$$$ vivacious face so near her own. "Lovely dimples$$$ like little dents in cream. I have given up all hope of dimples. My dimple-dream will never come true; but so many of my dreams have that I mustn't complain. Am I all ready now?