Might I," Quavered Mary, "might

A Person Who Was Clever Ought To Be Clever Enough Not To Be Unjust Or Deliberately Unkind To Anyone.

My Mother Always Says People Should Be Able To Take Care Of Themselves, Even If They're Rich And Important.

Soldiers Don't Complain...i Am Not Going To Do It; I Will Pretend This Is Part Of A War.

She Looked Into The Staring Glass Eyes And Complacent Face, And Suddenly A Sort Of Heartbroken Rage Seized Her. She Lifted Her Little Savage Hand And Knocked Emily Off The Chair, Bursting Into A Passion Of Sobbing- Sara Who Never Cried.

It Made Her Think That It Was Curious How Much Nicer A Person Looked When He Smiled. She Had Not Thought Of It Before.