It is the sweet, simple things of life which are the real ones after all.

And just as a little thread of gold, running through a fabric, brightens the whole garment, so women's work at home, while only the doing of little things, like the golden gleam of sunlight runs through and brightens all the fabric of civilization.

Far worst of all, the fever had settled in Mary's eyes, and Mary was blind.

Everything from the little house was in the wagon, except the beds and tables and chairs. They did not need to take these, because Pa could always make new ones.

In order to thoroughly enjoy anything, one must feel the absence of it at times.

Home is the nicest word there is.

Tact does for life just what lubricating oil does for machinery.