Trust A Girl Of Sixteen

If They Came Sorrowing, And Wanting Sympathy In A Complicated Trouble Like The Present, Then They Would Be Felt As A Shadow In All These Houses Of Intimate Acquaintances, Not Friends

I Won't Say She Was Silly, But I Think One Of Us Was Silly, And It Wasn't Me.

How Shall I Ever Tell Aunt Shaw?' She Whispered, After Some Time Of Delicious Silence. 'let Me Speak To Her.' 'oh, No! I Owe It To Her, - But What Will She Say?' 'i Can Guess. Her First Exclamation Will Be, "that Man!" ' 'hush!' Said Margaret, 'or I Shall Try And Show You Your Mother's Indignant Tones As She Says, "that Woman!"

I Never Did Write A Biography, And I Don't Exactly Know How To Set About It; You See I Have To Be Accurate And Keep To The Facts, A Most Difficult Thing For A Writer Of Fiction.

Waiting Is Far More Difficult Than Doing.