Have you ever noticed what cheerful things brooks are? They're always laughing.
Even in winter-time I've heard them under the ice.
I'm so glad there's a brook near Green Gables.
Perhaps you think it doesn't make any difference to me when you're not going to keep me, but it does.
I shall always like to remember that there is a brook at Green Gables even if I never see it again.
If there wasn't a brook I'd be HAUNTED by the uncomfortable feeling that there ought to be one.
I'm not in the depths of despair this morning.
I never can be in the morning.
Isn't it a splendid thing that there are mornings? But I feel very sad.
I've just been imagining that it was really me you wanted after all and that I was to stay here for ever and ever.