So they all went away from the little log house. The shutters were over the windows, so the little house could not see them go. It stayed there inside the log fence, behind the two big oak trees that in the summertime had made green roofs for Mary and Laura to play under.

But in the east the sky was pale and through the gray woods came lanterns with wagons and horses, bringing Grandpa and Grandma and aunts and uncles and cousins.

Remember well, and bear in mind, a constant friend is hard to find.

There is no comfort anywhere for anyone who dreads to go home.

Let's be cheerful! We have no more right to steal the brightness out of the day for our own family than we have to steal the purse of a stranger.

We heap up around us things that we do not need as the crow makes piles of glittering pebbles.

No rich man can walk through the eye of a needle.