Never Did She Find Anything So Difficult

Never Did She Find Anything So Difficult As To Keep Herself From Losing Her Temper When She Was Suddenly Disturbed While Absorbed In A Book.

When A Man Is Overcome By Anger, He Has A Poisoned Fever. He Loses His Strength, He Loses His Power Over Himself And Over Others. He Throws Away Time In Which He Might Have Gained The End He Desires. The Is No Time For Anger In The World. - The Ancient One

The Mug From The Washstand Was Used As Becky's Tea Cup, And The Tea Was So Delicious That It Was Not Necessary To Pretend That It Was Anything But Tea.

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.

Listen To Th' Wind Wutherin' Round The House," She Said. "you Could Bare Stand Up On The Moor If You Was Out On It Tonight." Mary Did Not Know What "wutherin'" Meant Until She Listened, And Then She Understood. It Must Mean That Hollow Shuddering Sort Of Roar Which Rushed Round And Round The House, As If The Giant No One Could See Were Buffeting It And Beating At The Walls And Windows To Try To Break In. But One Knew He Could Not Get In, And Somehow It Made One Feel Very Safe And Warm Inside A Room With A Red Coal Fire.