Ilse and I hunted all over the old orchard today for a four-leaved clover and couldn't find one. Then I found one in a clump of clover by the dairy steps tonight when I was straining the milk and never thinking of clovers. Cousin Jimmy says that is the way luck always comes, and it is no use to look for it.

Words aren't made — they grow,' said Anne.

A house from which nobody ever went away without feeling better in some way. A house in which there was always laughter.

He was so lonely that he laughed at himself.

March came in that winter like the meekest and mildest of lambs, bringing days that were crisp and golden and tingling, each followed by a frosty pink twilight which gradually lost itself in an elfland of moonshine.

I'm afraid concerts spoil people for everyday life.