“Nancy grabbed Plum's hand and together they ran around the last curve and then they were leaning against the old stone wall that marked Lookout Hill. Far, far down below them, a river was trying to wriggle its way out… — Betty MacDonald Copy Share Image
“_Sunday!_ In the country Sunday is the day on which you do exactly as much work as you do on other days but feel… — Betty MacDonald Copy Share Image
“Well, " said her daddy, "your careless heedlessness has almost lost me my life. I am now going to give you a spanking." And… — Betty MacDonald Copy Share Image
I am neither Christian enough nor charitable enough to like anybody just because he is alive and breathing. I want people to interest or amuse me. I want them fascinating and witty or so dul as to be different. I want them either intellectually stimulating or wonderfully corny; perfectly charming or hundred percent stinker. I like my chosen companions to… — Betty MacDonald Copy Share
“After splashing icy water on their faces and rubbing them fiery red with one of the rough sweet-smelling towels, they came in and took their places at the big kitchen table. This morning the table wore a bright red-and-white checked cloth and a pot of red geraniums. Mrs. Campbell handed the girls their plates, each with a slice of ham… — Betty MacDonald Copy Share
Dare we face the question of just how much of the darkness around us is of our own making? — Betty MacDonald Copy Share Image
In the country Sunday is the day on which you do exactly as much work as you do on other days but feel guilty… — Betty MacDonald Copy Share Image
“I never feel that the things I tell Mrs. Monday are lies. I think that lies are only when you want not to tell… — Betty MacDonald Copy Share Image
“Well, whatever you and Nancy decide to be when you grow up, I know that you'll be happy because you have discovered the comfort… — Betty MacDonald Copy Share Image
“Of course the reason that all the children in our town like Mrs. Piggle-Wiggle is because Mrs. Piggle-Wiggle likes children, she enjoys talking to… — Betty MacDonald Copy Share Image
