Pansy

“Poor old things! How many interesting events you have been tucked away from! But, on the other hand, what a lot of…

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“Three hundred and sixty-five days— Golden days! Opportunity? Privilege? Praise? Grateful praise; Shall this be the story of the year? Happy year!…

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“But I know this: the more you pray, the surer you get that Jesus stays right beside you and listens to all…

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“What an inextricable and hopeless mix life would be if we had to manage it! How do the people who do not…

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“Oh, yes, I know,” Christie said soothingly. “Mother has had more wonderful sleigh rides than ever Wells Burton had, and more of…

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“It’s a forlorn little place,” he said, trying to raise himself on one elbow to see it, frowning deeply with pain as…

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“Now with this revelation, there comes to me a new sense of the divine overruling Power that shapes our lives. Do you…

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“I don’t understand writing letters very well,” Christie explained. “This is the first one I ever wrote, and I kept forgetting it…

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“She had had such friends. Heaven was growing into a very wealthy place for her. Mother and father not only, and sisters,…

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“At that moment her eyes rested on a certain leather-bound volume that had broken its sides, and she reached for it. “Have…

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“They are curious things, days are; like enough you may see something today that will help you along all your life; and…

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“Karl opened his eyes wider, and Wells questioned: “Why, you don’t suppose the Bible will be taken to Heaven, do you?” Mr.…

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“Christie did not know before that so many things could be crowded into a basket. Bread and butter, piles of it; a…

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“Of course,” said Karl. “They built the new house for the summer. They didn’t mean to stay here in the winter at…

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“This last thought took such possession of her conscience as to give her no peace, and by three o’clock of a fine…

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“your old grandfather, you know, who died before you were born—he used to say to me, ‘Learn all you can, John, about…

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“Where had he been all the two years?” demanded Christie, the spirit of the coming woman blazing in her eyes. “I wouldn’t…

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“Christie,” said Mr. Keith, “come here and tell us what you would do if you were told to choose one book out…

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“The little woman was herself a sincere and earnest Christian. She rejoiced beyond measure over the fact that the lines had at…

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“That is just what baby did not know, and in spite of the kiss, he made up his mind to cry. It…

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