It was not long after sunrise, and Stephen Waterman, fresh from his dip in the river, had scrambled up the hillside from the hut in the alder-bushes where he had made his morning toilet.

There are certain narrow, umimaginative, and autocratic old people who seem to call out the most mischievous and sometimes the worst traits in children.

Some folks mistakes all they see for all there is.

Father doesn't think very sudden, but he thinks awful strong.

There is nothing so debilitating to a naturally weak sense of humor as selling tickets behind a grating.

Every child born into the world is a new thought of God, an ever-fresh and radiant possibility.

Miranda Sawyer had a heart, of course, but she had never used it for any other purpose than the pumping and circulating of blood.