Take Care. -if You Do

Oh, I Can't Describe My Home. It Is Home, And I Can't Put Its Charm Into Words

Margaret Had Always Dreaded Lest Her Courage Should Fail Her In Any Emergency, And She Should Be Proved To Be, What She Dreaded Lest She Was--a Coward. But Now, In This Real Great Time Of Reasonable Fear And Nearness Of Terror, She Forgot Herself, And Felt Only An Intense Sympathy--intense To Painfulness--in The Interests Of The Moment.

It Is Bad To Believe You In Error. It Would Be Infinitely Worse To Have Known You A Hypocrite.

Miss Jenkyns Wore A Cravat, And A Little Bonnet Like A Jockey-cap, And Altogether Had The Appearance Of A Strong-minded Woman; Although She Would Have Despised The Modern Idea Of Women Being Equal To Men. Equal, Indeed! She Knew They Were Superior.

Mr. Thornton Felt That In This Influx No One Was Speaking To Margaret, And Was Restless Under This Apparent Neglect. But He Never Went Near Her Himself; He Did Not Look At Her. Only, He Knew What She Was Doing — Or Not Doing — Better Than Anyone Else In The Room. Margaret Was So Unconscious Of Herself, And So Much Amused By Watching Other People, That She Never Thought Whether She Was Left Unnoticed Or Not.