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As She Came Closer To Him She Noticed That There Was A Clean Fresh Scent Of Heather And Grass And Leaves About Him, Almost As If He Were Made Of Them. She Liked It Very Much And When She Looked Into His Funny Face With The Red Cheeks And Round Blue Eyes She Forgot That She Had Felt Shy.

Yes," Answered Sara, Nodding. "adversity Tries People, And Mine Has Tried You And Proved How Nice You Are.

On The Hob Was A Little Brass Kettle, Hissing And Boiling; Spread Upon The Floor Was A Warm, Thick Rug; Before The Fire Was A Folding-chair, Unfolded And With Cushions On It; By The Chair Was A Small Folding-table, Unfolded, Covered With A White Cloth, And Upon It Were Spread Small Covered Dishes, A Cup And Saucer, And A Tea-pot; On The Bed Were New, Warm Coverings, A Curious Wadded Silk Robe, And Some Books. The Little, Cold, Miserable Room Seemed Changed Into Fairyland. It Was Actually Warm And Glowing.

When You Will Not Fly Into A Passion People Know You Are Stronger Than They Are, Because You Are Strong Enough To Hold In Your Rage, And They Are Not, And They Say Stupid Things They Wish They Hadn't Said Afterward. There's Nothing So Strong As Rage, Except What Makes You Hold It In--that's Stronger. It's A Good Thing Not To Answer Your Enemies.

Oh,sara. It Is Like A Story." "it Is A Story...everything Is A Story. You Are A Story-i Am A Story. Miss Minchin Is A Story.