“_Sunday!_ In the country Sunday is the day on which you do exactly as much work as you do on other days but feel guilty all of the time you are doing it because Sunday is a day of rest” — 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 all the time you are doing it because Sunday is a day of rest. — 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… — Betty MacDonald Copy Share Image
“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… — Betty MacDonald Copy Share Image
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
Her magic formula for dealing with children is ignoring all faults and accenting tiny virtues. She says, "Instead of telling Tommy day in and… — Betty MacDonald Copy Share Image
In the country, weather is as important as food and sometimes means the difference between life and death. — Betty MacDonald Copy Share Image
Our little room was morbidly quiet and sorrow was heaped in my corner like dirty snow. — Betty MacDonald Copy Share Image
