“Three hundred and sixty-five days— Golden days! Opportunity? Privilege? Praise? Grateful praise; Shall this be the story of the year? Happy year! Only One, the future knows, Fully knows; All its hopes, its aims, its woes; But—He knows. Trust Him,… — Pansy Copy Share Image
“I don’t understand writing letters very well,” Christie explained. “This is the first one I ever wrote, and I kept forgetting it was a… — Pansy Copy Share Image
“She had had such friends. Heaven was growing into a very wealthy place for her. Mother and father not only, and sisters, and one… — Pansy Copy Share Image
“That is just what baby did not know, and in spite of the kiss, he made up his mind to cry. It was very… — Pansy Copy Share Image
“Of course,” said Karl. “They built the new house for the summer. They didn’t mean to stay here in the winter at all. Nick… — Pansy Copy Share Image
“Poor old things! How many interesting events you have been tucked away from! But, on the other hand, what a lot of boring you… — Pansy Copy Share Image
“They are curious things, days are; like enough you may see something today that will help you along all your life; and for the… — Pansy Copy Share Image
“Three hundred and sixty-five days— Golden days! Opportunity? Privilege? Praise? Grateful praise; Shall this be the story of the year? Happy year! Only One,… — Pansy Copy Share Image
“Where had he been all the two years?” demanded Christie, the spirit of the coming woman blazing in her eyes. “I wouldn’t have let… — Pansy Copy Share Image
“Karl opened his eyes wider, and Wells questioned: “Why, you don’t suppose the Bible will be taken to Heaven, do you?” Mr. Keith laughed… — Pansy Copy Share Image
“This last thought took such possession of her conscience as to give her no peace, and by three o’clock of a fine December day… — Pansy Copy Share Image
“Christie did not know before that so many things could be crowded into a basket. Bread and butter, piles of it; a soup-plate piled… — Pansy Copy Share Image
“Oh, yes, I know,” Christie said soothingly. “Mother has had more wonderful sleigh rides than ever Wells Burton had, and more of them. Just… — Pansy Copy Share Image
“It’s a forlorn little place,” he said, trying to raise himself on one elbow to see it, frowning deeply with pain as he did… — Pansy Copy Share Image
“your old grandfather, you know, who died before you were born—he used to say to me, ‘Learn all you can, John, about anything and… — Pansy Copy Share Image
“At that moment her eyes rested on a certain leather-bound volume that had broken its sides, and she reached for it. “Have your thoughts… — Pansy Copy Share Image
