“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 high with slices of ham, thin, and done to a crisp, and smelling, oh, so appetizing! Sheets… — 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 letter and thought I was talking with him. He talked to me a good deal on the cars, and seemed to want to know about the children and everything.” “Of course he did,” Mr. Keith said, and… — Pansy Copy Share
“She had had such friends. Heaven was growing into a very wealthy place for her. Mother and father not only, and sisters, and one precious brother. But a nearer one yet than all others, one whose name she was to have borne, had, within three weeks of the day when she was to have become his bride, crossed over to… — Pansy Copy Share
“That is just what baby did not know, and in spite of the kiss, he made up his mind to cry. It was very distressing. Christie walked up and down in the bit of a space, and cuddled the poor fellow, and whispered loving words to him, and cooed a lullaby in to his ear, but he would have none… — Pansy Copy Share
“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 told me last night; he says they just came down to settle it, and see to things; and the sick young man took a fancy to stay, so they all stayed. Nick said he didn’t think… — Pansy Copy Share
“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
