Frances Hodgson Burnett Quote
The streets are shining, and there are fields and fields of lilies, and everybody gathers them. Sara tells me when she puts me to bed. You wicked thing, said Lavinia, turning on Sara; making fairy stories about heaven. There are much more splendid stories in Revelation, returned Sara. Just look and see! How do you know mine are fairy stories? But I can tell you — with a fine bit of unheavenly temper— you will never find out whether they are or not if you’re not kinder to people than you are now. Come along, Lottie. And she marched out of the room, rather hoping that she might see the little servant again somewhere, but she found no trace of her when she got into the hall.
The streets are shining, and there are fields and fields of lilies, and everybody gathers them. Sara tells me when she puts me to bed. You wicked thing, said Lavinia, turning on Sara; making fairy stories about heaven. There are much more splendid stories in Revelation, returned Sara. Just look and see! How do you know mine are fairy stories? But I can tell you — with a fine bit of unheavenly temper— you will never find out whether they are or not if you’re not kinder to people than you are now. Come along, Lottie. And she marched out of the room, rather hoping that she might see the little servant again somewhere, but she found no trace of her when she got into the hall.
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