Taken all around, it has been a very happy year for me.
I am cosily tucked up in bed now, sitting up to writer this. It is a wild night out—one of the nights when the storm spirit hustles over the bare frozen meadows and black hollows and the wind moans around the house like a lost soul and the snow drives sharply against the shaking panes—and people like to cuddle down and count their mercies.”
-from The Selected Journals of L.M. Montgomery, Volume 1: 1889-1910.
