Anne of Windy Poplars

In daylight I belong to the world … in the night to sleep and eternity. But in the dusk I'm free from both and belong only to myself … and you.

"Thank heaven, we've had a fire in it today," she thought, "and all I hope is That Cat hasn't haired up the sofa. If Sarah Pringle got cat hairs on her dress in our parlor … "

and it don't never matter how poor you are as long as you've got something to love."

You were never poor as long as you had something to love.

They fairly fell over one another trying to be nice to Anne.

The Shirley-Pringle feud was over. Nobody outside of the Pringles ever knew why, but Summerside people understood that Miss Shirley, single-handed, had, in some mysterious way, routed the whole clan, who ate out of her hand from then on.

"We … we have misunderstood you, my dear. And we've … we've been abominable to you. Will you forgive us?"

I feel sure that under the hatred they really loved each other … just as I really loved you all those years I thought I hated you

Twenty years later Sophy Sinclair was to be one of the leading actresses in America. But probably no plaudits ever sounded so sweet in her ears as the wild applause amid which the curtain fell that night in Summerside town hall.

Letter from Anne Shirley, B.A., Principal of Summerside High School, to Gilbert Blythe, medical student at Redmond College, Kingsport.