Anne Of Green Gables

Anne reveled in the world of color about her.“Oh, Marilla,” she exclaimed one Saturday morning, coming dancing in with her arms full ofgorgeous boughs, “I’m so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers. It would be terrible ifwe just skipped from September to November, wouldn’t it? Look at these maple branches. Don’tthey give you a thrill—several thrills? I’m going to decorate my room with them.”“Messy things,” said Marilla, whose aesthetic sense was not noticeably developed. “You clutterup your room entirely too much with out-of-doors stuff, Anne. Bedrooms were made to sleep in.”