Our little room was morbidly quiet and sorrow was heaped in my corner like dirty snow. — 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
