Nurturing was in his personality.
Alex was supposed to be sterile, but they had been wrong about that.
Obviously he was still struggling with it.
This was a decision she had already made once - but not really.
Alex was doing everything in his power to provide her with all the experiences of a natural mother.
It was true, and it brought color to his neck, but he didn't comment.
His voice was controlled.
The train from 'Frisco was very late.
The shed at Hugson's Siding was bare save for an old wooden bench, and did not look very inviting.
As she peered through the soft gray light not a house of any sort was visible near the station, nor was any person in sight; but after a while the child discovered a horse and buggy standing near a group of trees a short distance away.
The central and largest one was white, and reminded her of the sun.
They saw a landscape with mountains and plains, lakes and rivers, very like those upon the earth's surface; but all the scene was splendidly colored by the variegated lights from the six suns.
It was the earthquake.
Far up in the air was an object that looked like a balloon.
Water was dripping from the trees, and the grass was wet.
The four lawyers rode along, one behind another; for the pathway was narrow, and the mud on each side of it was deep.
"What is the matter here?" asked the first lawyer, whose name was Speed.
But the fourth lawyer, whose name was Abraham Lincoln, stopped.
All were surprised to find that he was not with them.
He was elected president.
Next to Washington he was the greatest American.
America was birthed in optimism.
The American Revolution was not the story of the "have nots" overthrowing the "haves" in a bid to increase their place in society.
And this man was saying we were going to the moon in a rocket ship made of metals we hadn't even invented.
Scarcity was the new watchword as the focus turned to all the problems of the future, not all the possibilities.
When the light bulb was cheaper and better, we ditched kerosene.
If you had been born in Egypt in 2570 BC, during the reign of Khufu, as the Great Pyramid of Giza was being built, you would have turned twenty in 2550 BC.
The great cathedral Notre Dame de Paris, which was begun before your birth, would not be finished by your death.
I was born on June 27, 1880, in Tuscumbia, a little town of northern Alabama.
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.
She was also second cousin to Robert E. Lee.
My father, Arthur H. Keller, was a captain in the Confederate Army, and my mother, Kate Adams, was his second wife and many years younger.
Their son, Charles Adams, was born in Newburyport, Massachusetts, and moved to Helena, Arkansas.
After the war was over the family moved to Memphis, Tennessee.
It was completely covered with vines, climbing roses and honeysuckles.
This was not the light in which I hoed them.
It would be some advantage to live a primitive and frontier life, though in the midst of an outward civilization, if only to learn what are the gross necessaries of life and what methods have been taken to obtain them; or even to look over the old day-books of the merchants, to see what it was that men most commonly bought at the stores, what they stored, that is, what are the grossest groceries.
Yet it is admirable to profess because it was once admirable to live.
How many mornings, summer and winter, before yet any neighbor was stirring about his business, have I been about mine!
For a long time I was reporter to a journal, of no very wide circulation, whose editor has never yet seen fit to print the bulk of my contributions, and, as is too common with writers, I got only my labor for my pains.
For many years I was self-appointed inspector of snow-storms and rain-storms, and did my duty faithfully; surveyor, if not of highways, then of forest paths and all across-lot routes, keeping them open, and ravines bridged and passable at all seasons, where the public heel had testified to their utility.
"No, we do not want any," was the reply.
It was in July, 1805, and the speaker was the well-known Anna Pavlovna Scherer, maid of honor and favorite of the Empress Marya Fedorovna.
With these words she greeted Prince Vasili Kuragin, a man of high rank and importance, who was the first to arrive at her reception.
She was, as she said, suffering from la grippe; grippe being then a new word in St. Petersburg, used only by the elite.
"Baron Funke has been recommended to the Dowager Empress by her sister," was all she said, in a dry and mournful tone.
Between ourselves" (and her face assumed its melancholy expression), "he was mentioned at Her Majesty's and you were pitied...."
Prince Vasili did not reply, though, with the quickness of memory and perception befitting a man of the world, he indicated by a movement of the head that he was considering this information.
He is the well-known Prince Bolkonski who had to retire from the army under the late Emperor, and was nicknamed 'the King of Prussia.'