That's what I look at some people for. I like to know about them. I think them over afterward.
Children's as good as 'rithmetic to set you findin' out things.
Oh,Sara. It is like a story." "It is a story...everything is a story. You are a story-I am a story. Miss Minchin is a story.
Imagine, if you can, what the rest of the evening was like. How they crouched by the fire which blazed and leaped and made much of itself in the little grate. How they removed the covers of the dishes, and found rich, hot savory soup, which was a meal in itself, and sandwiches and toast and muffins enough for both of them.
As she came closer to him she noticed that there was a clean fresh scent of heather and grass and leaves about him, almost as if he were made of them. She liked it very much and when she looked into his funny face with the red cheeks and round blue eyes she forgot that she had felt shy.
I pretend I am a princess,so that I can try and behave like one.
a person who was clever ought to be clever enough not to be unjust or deliberately unkind to anyone.
Soldiers don't complain...I am not going to do it; I will pretend this is part of a war.
I don't know who it is," she said; "but somebody cares for me a little. I have a friend.
If I go on talking and talking...and telling you things about pretending, I shall bear it better. You don't forget, but you bear it better.
You see, now that trials have come, they have shown that I am NOT a nice child. I was afraid they would. Perhaps... that is what they were sent for... I suppose there MIGHT be good in things, even if we don't see it.
It's so different to be a sparrow. But nobody asked this rat if he wanted to be a rat when he was made. Nobody said, 'Wouldn't you rather be a sparrow?
Yes," answered Sara, nodding. "Adversity tries people, and mine has tried you and proved how nice you are.
People never like me and I never like people," she thought. "And I never can talk as the Crawford children could. They were always talking and laughing and making noises.
You can lose a friend in springtime easier than any other season if you're too curious.
Are you learning me by heart, little Sara?" he said, stroking her hair. "No," she answered. "I know you by heart. You are inside my heart.
People never like me and I never like people
To speak robin to a robin is like speaking French to a Frenchman
Her affection for everything she could love increased.
On the hob was a little brass kettle, hissing and boiling; spread upon the floor was a warm, thick rug; before the fire was a folding-chair, unfolded and with cushions on it; by the chair was a small folding-table, unfolded, covered with a white cloth, and upon it were spread small covered dishes, a cup and saucer, and a tea-pot; on the bed were new, warm coverings, a curious wadded silk robe, and some books. The little, cold, miserable room seemed changed into Fairyland. It was actually warm and glowing.
Perhaps I have not really a good temper at all, but if you have everything you want and everyone is kind to you, how can you help but be good-tempered? Perhaps I'm a HIDEOUS child, and no one will ever know, just because I never have any trials.
...and her mother had been a great beauty who cared only to go to parties and amuse herself with gay parties.
What you have to do with your mind, when your body is miserable, is to make it think of something else.
She did not know that this was the best thing she could have done, and she did not know that, when she began to walk quickly or even run along the paths and down the avenue, she was stirring her slow blood and making herself stronger by fighting with the wind which swept down from the moor.
Listen to th' wind wutherin' round the house," she said. "You could bare stand up on the moor if you was out on it tonight." Mary did not know what "wutherin'" meant until she listened, and then she understood. It must mean that hollow shuddering sort of roar which rushed round and round the house, as if the giant no one could see were buffeting it and beating at the walls and windows to try to break in. But one knew he could not get in, and somehow it made one feel very safe and warm inside a room with a red coal fire.
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