“Oh, Mr. Cuthbert," she whispered, that place we came through--that white place--what was it?" "Well now, you must mean the Avenue," said Matthew after a few moments' profound reflection. "It is a kind of pretty place." "Pretty? Oh, PRETTY doesn't… — L.M. Montgomery Copy Share Image
... the place you're in is pretty near what you're fitted to fill. Otherwise you'd get out and fill another. — Kate Langley Bosher Copy Share Image
