All life lessons are not learned at college,' she thought. 'Life teaches them everywhere.

It was November--the month of crimson sunsets, parting birds, deep, sad hymns of the sea, passionate wind-songs in the pines. Anne roamed through the pineland alleys in the park and, as she said, let that great sweeping wind blow the fogs out of her soul.

I don’t want sunbursts and marble halls. I just want you... We’ll just be happy, waiting and working for each other—and dreaming. Oh, dreams will be very sweet now.

Oh", she thought, "how horrible it is that people have to grow up-and marry-and change!

I wouldn't want to marry anybody who was wicked, but I think I'd like it if he could be wicked and wouldn't.

Behind them in the garden the little stone house brooded among the shadows. It was lonely but not forsaken. It had not yet done with dreams and laughter and the joy of life; there were to be future summers for the little stone house; meanwhile, it could wait. And over the river in purple durance the echoes bided their time.