It looks like something out of Whittier's "Snowbound, "' Julia said. Julia could always think of things like that to say.

Betsy returned to her chair, took off her coat and hat, opened her book and forgot the world again.

The wastes of snow on the hill were ghostly in the moonlight. The stars were piercingly bright.

Julia was as happy as Betsy was, almost. One nice thing about Julia was that she rejoiced in other people's luck.

Come in early, so there'll be time to pop corn, ' Mrs. Ray said. If she mentioned popping corn, they always came in early. So she usually mentioned it.

Betsy liked to talk. Her father always said she got it from her mother, and her mother always said she got it from her father. But whomever she got it from she was certainly a talker.

If I can't get the girl, at least give me more money.

To most people who look at a mobile, it's no more than a series of flat objects that move. To a few, though, it may be poetry.

An honest heart seeks to please God in all things and offend Him in none.

My husband wanted to be cremated. I told him I'd scatter his ashes at Neiman Marcus - that way, I'd visit him every day.

Not reading a beautiful book again because you've already read it, that is, as if you were not visiting a dear friend again because you know him already.

Real courage embraces the twin realities of current difficulty and ultimate triumph.

First, we did rank everybody by risk, and New York comes out number one.

Given the diverse raiment life sports, one never knows what the guises of the gods may be.

Even true believers had consciences, Too bad.

Do not destroy anybody's peace. You will find peace.