How we cite our quotes: (Chapter.Paragraph)
Quote #4
"Oh, look, here's a big bee just tumbled out of an apple blossom. Just think what a lovely place to live—in an apple blossom! Fancy going to sleep in it when the wind was rocking it. If I wasn't a human girl I think I'd like to be a bee and live among the flowers."
"Yesterday you wanted to be a sea gull," sniffed Marilla. "I think you are very fickle minded." (8.46-47)
Nature stimulates Anne's active imagination. And it takes her deep—not only does she imagine flying around as a bee, but comes up with a very specific picture of sleeping inside a flower.
Quote #5
Anne reveled in the drive to the hall, slipping along over the satin-smooth roads with the snow crisping under the runners. There was a magnificent sunset, and the snowy hills and deep blue water of the St. Lawrence Gulf seemed to rim in the splendor like a huge bowl or pearl and sapphire brimmed with wine and fire. Tinkles of sleigh bells and distant laughter, that seemed like the mirth of wood elves, came from every quarter. (19.37)
It's Christmas time, and the narration paints us a holiday picture by evoking warmth, bells, and even elves. Oh what fun it is to ride...
Quote #6
Anne went to bed that night speechless with misery because Matthew had said the wind was round northeast and he feared it would be a rainy day tomorrow. The rustle of the poplar leaves about the house worried her, it sounded so like pattering raindrops, and the dull, faraway roar of the gulf, to which she listened delightedly at other times, loving its strange, sonorous, haunting rhythm, now seemed like a prophecy of storm and disaster to a small maiden who particularly wanted a fine day. (22.5)
How much does Anne not want it to rain? So much that she imagines every outdoor sound as storm noises. Projecting much?