At some point, that stopped bugging her and became an attraction.
Alex had provided the money to remodel the home, but insisted that it stay in her name only.
It was the first time she thought of Katie that way.
The suitcase didn't seem that heavy at the time.
Well, if my cooking is that bad...
That was when Mary decided to relieve her mind of a troubling thought.
I can't imagine what he was thinking to hide a thing like that from you.
I thought that was the best way to carry her.
But not a sound had broken the stillness since the strangers had arrived, except that of their own voices.
The doorway of the glass palace was quite big enough for the horse and buggy to enter, so Zeb drove straight through it and the children found themselves in a lofty hall that was very beautiful.
It was not so high as the glowing star of the six colored suns, but was descending slowly through the air--so slowly that at first it scarcely seemed to move.
Dorothy screamed and expected to see a terrible sight; but as the two halves of the Sorcerer fell apart on the floor she saw that he had no bones or blood inside of him at all, and that the place where he was cut looked much like a sliced turnip or potato.
So we must plant him at once, that other Sorcerers may grow upon his bush, continued the Prince.
"It is true we need a Sorcerer," acknowledged the Princess, "but I am informed that one of our own will be ready to pick in a few days, to take the place of Gwig, whom you cut in two before it was time for him to be planted.
Two other baby birds were there, that had not fallen out.
He stooped and picked up a bird's nest that had fallen upon the ground.
The teacher will soon ask him to speak a piece at school, and I am sure that he can learn this easily and speak it well
"Do so, my child," said the Minister; "and I hope that when you grow up you will become a wise man and a great orator."
He spoke so well that everybody was pleased.
"You may choose any subject that you like best," said the teacher.
Some of them thought that "Home" was a good subject.
It is a simple premise and yet, at the same time, an article of faith—a faith that the future would be better than the past.
Just as ancient cultures used creation myths to explain their beginnings, we have stories of the "American Experience" that we tell again and again until they acquire mythic status.
By the midpoint of the twentieth century, America's dreamers were preoccupied with the future—and not just any old future, but the great and glorious future that seemed inevitable.
The speech he gave in September 1962, announcing that goal, spent a good amount of time justifying the expense and explaining the urgency.
But nowhere in it was there even a hint that it might not be possible.
That mindset—"Why don't we decide what kind of world we want to live in and then make it?"—permeated our collective consciousness for a long time.
But I am making a simple statement that life is better now than it has ever been.
It is with a kind of fear that I begin to write the history of my life.
One of my Swiss ancestors was the first teacher of the deaf in Zurich and wrote a book on the subject of their education--rather a singular coincidence; though it is true that there is no king who has not had a slave among his ancestors, and no slave who has not had a king among his.
I lived, up to the time of the illness that deprived me of my sight and hearing, in a tiny house consisting of a large square room and a small one, in which the servant slept.
What joy it was to lose myself in that garden of flowers, to wander happily from spot to spot, until, coming suddenly upon a beautiful vine, I recognized it by its leaves and blossoms, and knew it was the vine which covered the tumble-down summer-house at the farther end of the garden!
My mother solved the problem by giving it as her wish that I should be called after her mother, whose maiden name was Helen Everett.
When the minister asked him for it, he just remembered that it had been decided to call me after my grandmother, and he gave her name as Helen Adams.
I am told that while I was still in long dresses I showed many signs of an eager, self-asserting disposition.
In most books, the I, or first person, is omitted; in this it will be retained; that, in respect to egotism, is the main difference.
We commonly do not remember that it is, after all, always the first person that is speaking.
I trust that none will stretch the seams in putting on the coat, for it may do good service to him whom it fits.
The twelve labors of Hercules were trifling in comparison with those which my neighbors have undertaken; for they were only twelve, and had an end; but I could never see that these men slew or captured any monster or finished any labor.
Better if they had been born in the open pasture and suckled by a wolf, that they might have seen with clearer eyes what field they were called to labor in.
I have no doubt that some of you who read this book are unable to pay for all the dinners which you have actually eaten, or for the coats and shoes which are fast wearing or are already worn out, and have come to this page to spend borrowed or stolen time, robbing your creditors of an hour.
Self-emancipation even in the West Indian provinces of the fancy and imagination--what Wilberforce is there to bring that about?
But I warn you, if you don't tell me that this means war, if you still try to defend the infamies and horrors perpetrated by that Antichrist--I really believe he is Antichrist--I will have nothing more to do with you and you are no longer my friend, no longer my 'faithful slave,' as you call yourself!
All her invitations without exception, written in French, and delivered by a scarlet-liveried footman that morning, ran as follows:
He spoke in that refined French in which our grandfathers not only spoke but thought, and with the gentle, patronizing intonation natural to a man of importance who had grown old in society and at court.
"If they had known that you wished it, the entertainment would have been put off," said the prince, who, like a wound-up clock, by force of habit said things he did not even wish to be believed.
They have decided that Buonaparte has burnt his boats, and I believe that we are ready to burn ours.
That is the one thing I have faith in!
And I don't believe a word that Hardenburg says, or Haugwitz either.