We Belong To The Race That Knows

But I'd Rather Look Like You Than Be Pretty," She Told Anne Sincerely. Anne Laughed, Sipped Honey From The Tribute, And Cast Away The Sting.

…always Felt The Pain Of Her Friends So Keenly That She Could Not Speak Easy, Fluent Words Of Comforting. Besides, She Remembered How Well-meant Speeches Had Hurt Her In Her Own Sorrow And Was Afraid.

Do You Know, Gilbert, There Are Times When I Strongly Suspect That I Love You!

Oh", She Thought, "how Horrible It Is That People Have To Grow Up-and Marry-and Change!

It's The Fools That Make All The Trouble In The World, Not The Wicked.