I can’t say the words. They’re so queer.
However many years she lived, Mary always felt that 'she should never forget that first morning when her garden began to grow'.
At this moment she was remembering the voyage she had just made from Bombay with her father, Captain Crewe. She was thinking of the big ship, of the Lascars passing silently to and fro on it, of the c...
At first people refuse to believe that a strange new thing can be done, then they begin to hope it can be done, then they see it can be done--then it is done and all the world wonders why it was not d...
As she sat down in one of the stiff mahogany chairs, Sara cast one of her quick looks about her.I don’t like it, papa, she said. But then I dare say soldiers--even brave ones--don’t really going into...
And the roses—the roses! Rising out of the grass, tangled round the sun-dial, wreathing the tree trunks and hanging from their branches, climbing up the walls and spreading over them with long garland...
Nothing, and Mr. Havisham kept her from suspecting
And felt it as well to make his own freedom from responsibility quite clear without any delay.
Am one of the ugliest children I ever saw. She is beginning
You learn things by saying them over and over and thinking about them until they stay in your mind forever and I think it will be the same with Magic. If you keep calling it to come to you and help yo...
You have the nicest eyes I ever saw
You are inside my heart.
Yorkshire word and means spoiled and
Will you--tell me--about the diamond mines?The diamond mines? broke out Lavinia. Nasty, little spoiled thing, I should like to her!Sara got up quickly on her feet. It must be remembered that she had...
Why, she said, we are just the same—I am only a little girl like you. It’s just an accident that I am not you, and you are not me!
Where is she?Sara paused a moment. Because she had been told that her mamma was in heaven, she had thought a great deal about the matter, and her thoughts had not been quite like those of other people...
When people are insulting you, there is nothing so good for them as not to say a word—just to look at them and THINK. Miss Minchin turns pale with rage when I do it, Miss Amelia looks frightened, and...
When I was at school my jography told as th' world was shaped like a orange an' I found out before I was ten that th' whole orange doesn't belong to nobody. No one owns more than his bit of a quarter...
To see each of his ugly, selfish motives changed into a good and generous one by the simplicity of a child was a singular experience.
To hear this pretty childish voice speaking his own language so simply and charmingly made him feel almost as if he were in his native land — which in dark, foggy days in London sometimes seemed world...