…on Some Occasions, Women, Like Dreams, Go

The Rooms Were Very Still While The Pages Were Softly Turned And The Winter Sunshine Crept In To Touch The Bright Heads And Serious Faces With A Christmas Greeting.

Head, You May Think; Heart, You May Feel; But Hand, You Shall Work Alway!

It Takes Two Flints To Make A Fire.

Happy Is The Son Whose Faith In His Mother Remains Unchallenged.

It Was Fortunate That Tea Was At Hand, To Produce A Lull And Provide Refreshment,— For They Would Have Been Hoarse And Faint If They Had Gone On Much Longer.