автордың кітабынан сөз тіркестері  Pollyanna Grows Up

Eleanor H.Porter

The instrument that you play on, Pollyanna, will be the great heart of the world; and to me that seems the most wonderful instrument of all—to learn. Under your touch, if you are skilful, it will respond with smiles or tears, as you will."

I reckon the time to take frosting and good times is while they are going; so I want to see all I can now while I'm here."

sententiously

blithely

don't see how you can be lonesome when you've got folks all around you. Still—"

supported liberally—so far as money went.