No, thank you, I don't mind the rain,' I said. I always lacked common sense when taken by surprise.
But, God knows best, I concluded.
There is perfect love in heaven!
I thought Mr. Millward never would cease telling us that he was no tea-drinker, and that it was highly injurious to keep loading the stomach with slops to the exclusion of more wholesome sustenance, and so give himself time to finish his fourth cup.
Thank heaven, I am free and safe at last!
It is foolish to wish for beauty. Sensible people never either desire it for themselves or care about it in others. If the mind be but well cultivated, and the heart well disposed, no one ever cares for the exterior.