On the hob was a little brass kettle, hissing and boiling; spread upon the floor was a warm, thick rug; before the fire was a folding-chair, unfolded and with cushions on it; by the chair was a small folding-table, unfolded, covered with a white cloth, and upon it were spread small covered dishes, a cup and saucer, and a tea-pot; on the bed were new, warm coverings, a curious wadded silk robe, and some books. The little, cold, miserable room seemed changed into Fairyland. It was actually warm and glowing.
Frances Hodgson BurnettIt's so easy that when you begin you can't stop. You just go on and on doing it always.
Frances Hodgson BurnettFolks who make such a fuss about their rights turn them into wrongs sometimes. -- (from Behind the White Brick)
Frances Hodgson BurnettAnd the secret garden bloomed and bloomed and every morning revealed new miracles.
Frances Hodgson Burnett