And that’s where the whole trouble is, thought Francie. We’re too much alike to understand each other because we don’t even understand our own selves. Papa and I were two different persons and we unde...
And the sleds! (Or, as the Williamsburg children called them, the sleighs.) There was a child’s dream of heaven come true! A new sled with a flower someone had dreamed up painted on it—a deep blue flo...
Arriving at the store, she walked up and down the aisles handling any object her fancy favored. What a wonderful feeling to pick something up, hold it for a moment, feel its contour, run her hand over...
As she read, at peace with the world and happy as only a little girl could be with a fine book and a little bowl of candy, and all alone in the house, the leaf shadows shifted and the afternoon passed...
Before you die, you must own a bit of land—maybe with a house on it that your child or your children may inherit. Katie laughed. Me own land? A house? We’re lucky if we can pay our rent.
But I saved it for you because I know your mama likes tongue and I like your mama. You
The pipe came from Sissy’s factory. The factory made a few rubber toys as a blind. It made its big profits from other rubber articles which were bought in whispers.
But this tree in the yard-this tree that men chopped down...this tree that they built a bonfire around, trying to burn up it's stump-this tree lived!It lived! And nothing could destroy it.
Education! That was it! It was education that made the difference! Education would pull them out of the grime and dirt.
Eyes changed after they looked at new things.
Forgiveness is a gift of high value. Yet its cost is nothing.
The child must have a valuable thing which is called imagination. The child must have a secret world in which live things that never were. It is necessary that she believe. She must start out by belie...
From that moment on, the world was hers for the reading. She would never be lonely again.
She loved books. She loved them with her senses and her intellect. They way they looked and smelled; the way they felt in her hands; the way the pages seemed to murmur as she turned them. Everything t...
She looked quickly at the little golden-brown pottery jug which stood at the end of the librarian's desk. It was a season indicator. In the fall it held a few sprigs of bittersweet and at Christmas ti...
How much do they be paying you? he asked mellowly.The usual salary. A little more than they think I'm worth and a little less than I think I'm worth.
They had grown out of childhood in the last few days. Christmas as Christmas had passed unnoticed since their father had died on Christmas day. Neeley’s thirteenth birthday had been lost somewhere in...
If there was only one tree like that in the world, you would think it was beautiful. But because there are so many, you just can't see how beautiful it really is.
Intolerance is a thing that causes war, pogroms, crucifixions, lynchings, and makes people cruel to little children and each other. It is responsible for most of the viciousness, violence, terror, and...
Oh, to be a Chinaman, wished Francie, and have such a pretty toy to count on; oh, to eat all the lichee nuts she wanted and to know the mystery of the iron that was ever hot and yet never stood on a s...
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