Thinking Has, Many A Time, Made Me

Thinking Has, Many A Time, Made Me Sad, Darling; But Doing Never Did In All My Life....my Precept Is, Do Something, My Sister, Do Good If You Can; But At Any Rate, Do Something.

A Great Matter Calls Her Son With Terms Like Deal, And Love.

But Margaret Went Less Abroad, Among Machinery And Men; Saw Less Of Power In Its Public Effect, And, As It Happened, She Was Thrown With One Or Two Of Those Who, In All Measures Affecting Masses Of People, Must Be Acute Sufferers For The Good Of Many. The Question Always Is, Has Everything Been Done To Make The Sufferings Of These Exceptions As Small As Possible?

That Kind Of Patriotism Which Consists In Hating All Other Nations.

She Thought In Would Be Awkward For Both To Be Brought Into Conscious Collision; And Fancied That, From Her Being On A Low Seat At First, And Now Standing Behind Her Father, He Had Overlooked Her In His Haste. As If He Did Not Feel The Consciousness Of Her Presence All Over, Though His Eyes Had Never Rested On Her!