Emily Climbs

by L.M. Montgomery

It was not, of course, a proper thing to do. But then I have never pretended, nor ever will pretend, that Emily was a proper child. Books are not written about proper children. They would be so dull nobody would read them.

My pen shall heal, not hurt.

Always something good to remember

“I do not kiss young men,” I said disdainfully.

So meee! Ha! I love her!