"Well now, you must mean the Avenue," said Matthew after a few moments’ profound reflection.
Here and there a wild plum leaned out from the bank like a white-clad girl tip-toeing to her own reflection.
But the other was whole and I used to pretend that my reflection in it was another little girl who lived in it.
I can see my reflection in that splendid big mirror hanging on the wall.
She bent forward, kissed her reflection affectionately, and betook herself to the open window.
Still, I’ll never be good at it and I assure you it is a humbling reflection.
After two hours of smoking and hard reflection Matthew arrived at a solution of his problem.
The eastern sky above the firs was flushed faintly pink from the reflection of the west, and Anne was wondering dreamily if the spirit of color looked like that, when she saw Diana come flying down through the firs, over the log bridge, and up the slope, with a fluttering newspaper in her hand.
She probably imagined that she was thinking about the Aids and their missionary box and the new carpet for the vestry room, but under these reflections was a harmonious consciousness of red fields smoking into pale-purply mists in the declining sun, of long, sharp-pointed fir shadows falling over the meadow beyond the brook, of still, crimson-budded maples around a mirrorlike wood pool, of a wakening in the world and a stir of hidden pulses under the gray sod.
You never stop to think—whatever comes into your head to say or do you say or do it without a moment’s reflection."
There are no more uses of "reflection" in the book.