Never be silent with persons you love and distrust," Mr. Carpenter had said once. "Silence betrays.
One can't get over the habit of being a little girl all at once.
Human nature is not obliged to be consistent.
It's not what the world holds for you. It's what you bring to it.
How wicked I was to wish that something dramatic would happen!' she thought. 'Oh, if we could only have those dear, monotonous, pleasant days back again! I would *never* grumble about them again.
Why did dusk and fir-scent and the afterglow of autumnal sunsets make people say absurd things?