My Mother Always Says People

There's Naught As Nice As Th' Smell O' Good Clean Earth, Except Th' Smell O' Fresh Growin' Things When Th' Rain Falls On 'em.

Yes," Answered Sara, Nodding. "adversity Tries People, And Mine Has Tried You And Proved How Nice You Are.

Only In Dreams Of Spring Shall I Ever See Again The Flowering Of My Cherry Trees.

To Let A Sad Thought Or A Bad One Get Into Your Mind Is As Dangerous As Letting A Scarlet Fever Germ Get Into Your Body. If You Let It Stay There After It Has Got In, You May Never Get Over It As Long As You Live.

She Did Not Care Very Much For Other Little Girls, But If She Had Plenty Of Books She Could Console Herself.