In addition to the assistance from the renters, the money finally gave her an income of her own, and the token independence that went with it.
Obviously he was still struggling with it.
Alex was doing everything in his power to provide her with all the experiences of a natural mother.
Alex had destroyed it then with suspicion and accusations.
Maybe lifting had nothing to do with it.
With so many people in their house, it was fortunate that the weather was warm and dry so they could utilize the courtyard for the children.
With his return to work, things at the house shifted to a faster pace.
So he moved the cars slowly and with caution.
She walked toward it and found the horse tied to a tree and standing motionless, with its head hanging down almost to the ground.
It was a big horse, tall and bony, with long legs and large knees and feet.
His tail was short and scraggly, and his harness had been broken in many places and fastened together again with cords and bits of wire.
"How long will you be with us?" he asked.
Just then the man with the star came and stood before the Wizard.
The glass city had several fine streets, for a good many people lived there; but when the procession had passed through these it came upon a broad plain covered with gardens and watered by many pretty brooks that flowed through it.
All were surprised to find that he was not with them.
His shoes were covered with mud; he had torn his coat on the thorny tree.
"General, you are in danger here," said an officer who was riding with him.
"Halt!" he cried to the men who were with him.
He leaped into the saddle, and away he dashed with his officers close behind him.
With one hand the little boy clung to his sister's arm, and with the other he held his primer.
"Good morning, children!" said the minister; and he kindly shook hands with both.
In this book, I maintain the future will be without ignorance, disease, hunger, poverty, and war, and I support those assertions with history, data, and reason.
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.
I am also a historian with a full understanding of how poverty, disease, ignorance, famine, and war have dominated life on this planet.
I make them because I believe I can back them up with convincing proofs and arguments.
This viewpoint seems reasonable because it is largely consistent with our everyday experience of life.
History is full of radical breaks with the past that only seem to have come out of nowhere but were, in fact, predictable.
Because television was radio with pictures, the first television shows were simply men in suits standing in front of microphones reading the news.
It is with a kind of fear that I begin to write the history of my life.
It was completely covered with vines, climbing roses and honeysuckles.
It was called "Ivy Green" because the house and the surrounding trees and fences were covered with beautiful English ivy.
They used to hang in long festoons from our porch, filling the whole air with their fragrance, untainted by any earthy smell; and in the early morning, washed in the dew, they felt so soft, so pure, I could not help wondering if they did not resemble the asphodels of God's garden.
One brief spring, musical with the song of robin and mocking-bird, one summer rich in fruit and roses, one autumn of gold and crimson sped by and left their gifts at the feet of an eager, delighted child.
Soon I felt the need of some communication with others and began to make crude signs.
I knew by the way my mother and aunt dressed when they were going out, and I invariably begged to go with them.
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.
They have no friend Iolaus to burn with a hot iron the root of the hydra's head, but as soon as one head is crushed, two spring up.
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.
Public opinion is a weak tyrant compared with our own private opinion.
From the desperate city you go into the desperate country, and have to console yourself with the bravery of minks and muskrats.
Old people did not know enough once, perchance, to fetch fresh fuel to keep the fire a-going; new people put a little dry wood under a pot, and are whirled round the globe with the speed of birds, in a way to kill old people, as the phrase is.
One farmer says to me, "You cannot live on vegetable food solely, for it furnishes nothing to make bones with"; and so he religiously devotes a part of his day to supplying his system with the raw material of bones; walking all the while he talks behind his oxen, which, with vegetable-made bones, jerk him and his lumbering plow along in spite of every obstacle.
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!
With these words she greeted Prince Vasili Kuragin, a man of high rank and importance, who was the first to arrive at her reception.
If you have nothing better to do, Count (or Prince), and if the prospect of spending an evening with a poor invalid is not too terrible, I shall be very charmed to see you tonight between 7 and 10--Annette Scherer.
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.
Anna Pavlovna Scherer on the contrary, despite her forty years, overflowed with animation and impulsiveness.
"I think," said the prince with a smile, "that if you had been sent instead of our dear Wintzingerode you would have captured the King of Prussia's consent by assault.
A propos," she added, becoming calm again, "I am expecting two very interesting men tonight, le Vicomte de Mortemart, who is connected with the Montmorencys through the Rohans, one of the best French families.