All that Ruby said was so horribly true, she was leaving everything she cared for. She had laid up her treasures on earth only. She had lived solely for the little things of life, the things that pass, forgetting the great things that go onward into eternity bridging the gulf between the two lives and making of death a mere passing of one dwelling to the other. From twilight to unclouded day. ...it was no wonder her soul clung in blind helplessness to the only things she knew and loved.

My life is a perfect graveyard of buried hopes.

For there is no bond more lasting than that formed by the mutual confidences of that magic time when youth is slipping from the sheath of childhood and beginning to wonder what lies for it beyond those misty hills that bound the golden road.

Wouldn't it be nice if roses could talk? I'm sure they could tell us such lovely things.

I'm sure I shall always feel like a child in the wood.

When twilight drops her curtain down And pins it with a star Remember that you have a friend Though she may wander far.

She suddenly found herself laughing without bitterness.