“Now with this revelation, there comes to me a new sense of the divine overruling Power that shapes our lives. Do you not think, dearest, that our Father in heaven must have meant us for each other all the years,… — 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
