I assume then, that you have no real faith in the fondness any of the rest of us may feel for you?''None,' said Mrs. Halloran.

For plain and fancy worrying, give me a new mother every time.

I would have to find something else to bury here and I wished it could be Charles.

Bridge is a game for the undivided intellect.

Wear your boots if you wander today

I remember that I stood on the library steps holding my books and looking for a minute at the soft hinted green in the branches against the sky and wishing, as I always did, that I could walk home across the sky instead of through the village.

In the country of the story the writer is king.