It’s such an interesting world. It wouldn’t be half so interesting if we know all about everything, would it
It would be lovely to sleep in a wild cherry-tree all white with bloom in the moonshine, don't you think?
He's going to marry Ellen West after wanting her all his life. If I was Ellen—but then, I'm not, and if she is satisfied I can very well be. I heard her say years ago when she was a schoolgirl that sh...
Feel that she possesses a rich nature, into which a friend might enter as into a kingdom; but for some reason she bars every one out and shuts all her possibilities up in herself, so that they cannot...
Fainted,
Eyes, golden-brown curls and crimson cheeks. She laughed too much to please her father's congregation and had shocked old Mrs. Taylor, the disconsolate spouse of several departed husbands, by saucily...
Every girl, whose ideals are high and pure, wields over her friends; an influence which would endure as long as she was faithful to those ideals and which she would as certainly lose if she were ever...
Device.
Chores to do. Now, you—
Can never get used to the way you mention the—the—that name, complained Felicity. To hear you speak of the Old Scratch any one would think he was just a common person.
And the unfortunate Matthew was left to do that which was harder for him than bearding a lion in its den—walk up to a girl—a strange girl—an orphan girl—and demand of her why she wasn’t a boy.
And Jerry and I—round and round the world. Listen— listen—can't you hear his wild music? The girls shivered. You know you're only pretending, protested Mary Vance, and I wish you wouldn't. You make
Almost seemed to her that those secret, unuttered, critical thoughts had suddenly taken visible and accusing shape and form in the person of this outspoken morsel of neglected humanity.
You were never poor as long as you had something to love. The
You wanted to be Mrs. and Mrs. you shall be with a vengeance as far as I am concerned.
You have the whole world at your doorstep here, said John Meredith, with a long breath. What a view—what an outlook! At times I feel stifled down there in the Glen. You can breathe up here. It
You don't chatter half as much as you used to, Anne, nor use half as many big words. What has come over you? Anne coloured and laughed a little, as she dropped her book and looked dreamily out of the...
Yet still the Piper piped and the dance of death went on.
Whenever you looked forward to anything pleasant you were sure to be more or less disappointed...that nothing ever came up to your expectations. Well, perhaps that is true. But there is a good side to...
When you know things you have to go by facts. But when you just dream things there's nothing to hold you down.