if the path set before her feet was to be narrow she knew that flowers of quiet happiness would bloom along it. The joy of sincere work and worthy aspiration and congenial friendship were to be hers; nothing could rob her of her birthright of fancy or her ideal world of dreams. And there was always the bend in the road!
"God's in his heaven, all's right with the world," whispered Anne softly.
"God's in his heaven, all's right with the world," whispered Anne softly.
*Anne of Green Gables by L. M. Montgomery
