If Nature has made you for a giver, your hands are born open, and so is your heart;
though there may be times when your hands are empty, your heart is always full, and you can give things out of that—warm things, kind things, sweet things—help and comfort and laughter—and sometimes gay, kind laughter is the best help of all.
yellow fog hung so thick and heavy in the
even the red cheeks of the moon face on the tall clock in the corner had a severe varnished look
one did not expect to see such a look on her small face
started toward her. She looked as if she were going to box her ears. Perhaps she was.
Never did she find anything so difficult as to keep herself from losing her temper when she was suddenly disturbed while absorbed in a book.
power of telling stories and of making everything she talked about seem like a story, whether it was one or not.
A number of new things had been brought into the attic which so altered the look of it that if she had not been past doubting she would have rubbed her eyes.
She looked at each particular thing, as if to commit it to memory.
