In Chapter 1 of Anne of the Island, Davy Keith asks Anne why she is going to college:

Say, Anne, Milty Boulter says his mother says you’re going to college to see if you can catch a man. Are you, Anne? I want to know.”

For a second Anne burned with resentment. Then she laughed, reminding herself that Mrs. Boulter’s crude vulgarity of thought and speech could not harm her.

“No, Davy, I’m not. I’m going to study and grow and learn about many things.”

“What things?”

“`Shoes and ships and sealing wax

And cabbages and kings,’”

quoted Anne.

In Chapter 18 of Anne of Ingleside, Gilbert talks of getting a family dog.

“‘The time has come the Walrus said to talk of’… having a dog,” said Gilbert.

They had not had a dog at Ingleside since old Rex had been poisoned; but boys should have a dog and the doctor decided he would get them one. But he was so busy that fall that he kept putting it off; and finally one November day Jem arrived home from an afternoon spent with a school pal carrying a dog… a little “yaller” dog with two black ears sticking cockily up.

In Chapter 15 of The Story Girl, the adults go away and the King children are left to keep house:

Felix and Peter and I were required to help Uncle Roger in some carpentering work that day, and Felicity indulged in one of the house-cleaning orgies so dear to her soul; so that it was evening before we were all free to meet in the orchard and loll on the grasses of Uncle Stephen’s Walk. In August it was a place of shady sweetness, fragrant with the odour of ripening apples, full of dear, delicate shadows. Through its openings we looked afar to the blue rims of the hills and over green, old, tranquil fields, lying the sunset glow. Overhead the lacing leaves made a green, murmurous roof. There was no such thing as hurry in the world, while we lingered there and talked of “cabbages and kings.” A tale of the Story Girl’s, wherein princes were thicker than blackberries, and queens as common as buttercups, led to our discussion of kings. We wondered what it would be like to be a king. Peter thought it would be fine, only kind of inconvenient, wearing a crown all the time.

The Walrus and The Carpenter
By Lewis Caroll

“The time has come,” the walrus said,
To talk of many things.
Of ships and shoes and sealing wax,
Of cabbages and kings.”

The walrus meant for us to talk
to all, with glee and mirth,
of all the marvels to be known
in this Wonderland of Earth.

But most of what we’ve spoken of
is just between us two…
It will never be on printed page
unless you choose it to.

Nor will a word of what we say
be heard by any other.
It is for us alone to know,
to share with one another.

We have a bond that won’t be breached
for fortune nor for fame,
a bond that’s deeper than the sea…
Friendship is its name.

A bond whose qualities are known
as honor, faith and trust,
and when we talk, we speak of things
because we feel we must.

And when we write, as when we talk,
we speak of secret things,
but not a word shall pass beyond,
not of cabbages nor of kings.

We talk about our yesterdays,
but the past we cannot change.
Tomorrow’s quite another thing…
It’s there our thoughts should range.

We must look toward the future,
to the joy that may await.
Make yesteryear a learning time…
Look back - then close the gate.

But at times it helps our hearts to heal
to go back to time before,
to review the errors there we made…
avoid making them once more.

So whene’er you need to journey through
the looking-glass of time,
ask me along - I’ll travel with you
and take your hand in mine.

I’ll give you trust and faith and love
You’ll have no debt to pay,
but to return my faith and trust and love
today and every day.

And should you tire, I’ll be your steed,
in a metaphorical way,
and carry you through yester’s woes
safely home, back to today.

And today, tomorrow beckons
as yesterday turns to dust
and we look into the future…
sharing love and honor, faith and trust