“...the Rev. Paul Ford climbed the hill and entered the Pendleton Woods, hoping that the hushed beauty of God's out-of-doors would still teh tumult that His children of men had wrought.” — Eleanor H. Porter Copy Share Image
“In fact, I know that a 'nice live little boy' would be far better than - my skeleton in the closet; only - we… — Eleanor H. Porter Copy Share Image
“I've got something besides the weather to think of. I don't know whether the sun shines or not." Pollyanna beamed joyously. "No, sir; I… — Eleanor H. Porter Copy Share Image
“Aunt Polly is all stirred up over it. You see, she wants Uncle Tom to have what he wants, only she wants him to… — Eleanor H. Porter Copy Share Image
“In his imagination he was far away in a little Western town with a missionary minister who was poor, sick, worried, and almost alone… — Eleanor H. Porter Copy Share Image
“...she had been too busy wishing things were different to find much time to enjoy things as they were.” — Eleanor H. Porter Copy Share Image
“Then you--weren't lovers?" Pollyanna's voice was tragic with dismay. "Never!" "And it isn't all coming out like a book? . . . Oh dear!… — Eleanor H. Porter Copy Share Image
“...only- we aren't always willing to make the exchange. We are apt to still cling to- our skeletons.” — Eleanor H. Porter Copy Share Image
“Well, goodness me! I can't see anythin' ter be glad about—gettin' a pair of crutches when you wanted a doll!" Pollyanna clapped her hands.… — Eleanor H. Porter Copy Share Image
“I was growlin' one day 'cause I was so bent up and crooked; an'what do ye s'pose the little thing said? ... She said… — Eleanor H. Porter Copy Share Image
“Miss Polly actually stamped her foot in irritation. "There you go like the rest," she shouted. "What game?" At last Nancy told her all… — Eleanor H. Porter Copy Share Image
“I tell you, troubles are poor things to hug. They've got to many pickers.” — Eleanor H. Porter Copy Share Image
