But Aunt Margaret doesn't like boys," objected Elnora. "Well, she likes me, and I used to be a boy.
Gene Stratton-Porterthe occasional cries of a lost loon, strayed from its flock in northern migration, fill the swamp with sounds of wailing.
Gene Stratton-PorterWhen any man accumulates more than he can earn with his own hands, he begins to enrich himself at the expense of the youth, the sweat, the blood, the joy of his fellow men.
Gene Stratton-Porterthe friend in need is the one who is the friend in deed; ... if people were not friends in need, there was every likelihood that they never would be friends again in any conditions that might obtain.
Gene Stratton-Porter