Anne of Green Gables

by L.M. Montgomery

‘Well, anyway, when I am grown up,’ said Anne decidedly, ‘I’m always going to talk to little girls as if they were, too, and I’ll never laugh when they use big words.

There’s such a lot of different Annes in me. I sometimes think that is why I’m such a troublesome person. If I was just the one Anne it would be ever so much more comfortable, but then it wouldn’t be half so interesting.’

‘I don’t know—exactly,’ said Jane unconvinced. ‘I think diamonds would comfort a person for a good deal.’

‘I get tired of other girls—there is such a provoking and eternal sameness about them. Anne has as many shades as a rainbow and every shade is the prettiest while it lasts. I don’t know that she is as amusing as she was when she was a child, but she makes me love her and I like people who make me love them. It saves me so much trouble in making myself love them.’