Might I," Quavered Mary, "might I Have

You See, Now That Trials Have Come, They Have Shown That I Am Not A Nice Child. I Was Afraid They Would. Perhaps... That Is What They Were Sent For... I Suppose There Might Be Good In Things, Even If We Don't See It.

... Justice Is Mercy's Highest Self.

If Nature Has Made You For A Giver, Your Hands Are Born Open, And So Is Your Heart; And Though There May Be Times When Your Hands Are Empty, Your Heart Is Always Full, And You Can Give Things Out Of That--warm Things, Kind Things, Sweet Things--help And Comfort And Laughter--and Sometimes Gay, Kind Laughter Is The Best Help Of All.

I Pretend I Am A Princess,so That I Can Try And Behave Like One.

It Made Her Think That It Was Curious How Much Nicer A Person Looked When He Smiled. She Had Not Thought Of It Before.