Lucy Maud Montgomery — On my way back I met a little girl…

On my way back I met a little girl with a pitcher in her hand.  We both stopped, and with the instinctive, unconventional camaraderie of childhood plunged into an intimate, confidential conversation.  She was a jolly little soul, with black eyes and two long braids of black hair.  We told each other how old we were, and how many dolls we had, and almost everything else there was to tell except our names which neither of us thought about.  When we parted, I felt as though I were leaving a life long friend.  We never met again.
Lucy Maud Montgomery