One of the strange things about living in the world is that it is only now and then one is quite sure one is going to live forever and ever and ever.
Frances Hodgson BurnettOh,Sara. It is like a story." "It is a story...everything is a story. You are a story-I am a story. Miss Minchin is a story.
Frances Hodgson BurnettHowever many years she lived, Mary always felt that 'she should never forget that first morning when her garden began to grow'.
Frances Hodgson BurnettListen to th' wind wutherin' round the house," she said. "You could bare stand up on the moor if you was out on it tonight." Mary did not know what "wutherin'" meant until she listened, and then she understood. It must mean that hollow shuddering sort of roar which rushed round and round the house, as if the giant no one could see were buffeting it and beating at the walls and windows to try to break in. But one knew he could not get in, and somehow it made one feel very safe and warm inside a room with a red coal fire.
Frances Hodgson BurnettAnd they both began to laugh over nothing as children will when they are happy together. And they laughed so that in the end they were making as much noise as if they had been two ordinary healthy natural ten-year-old creaturesโinstead of a hard, little, unloving girl and a sickly boy who believed that he was going to die.
Frances Hodgson Burnett