I heard two women talking. One said to the other, “Mrs. Crane has a large heart.” “Yes,” replied her companion, “and it is in the right place too.” I thought, “That’s queer–hearts are in the middle of people. How can any person know if another person’s heart is big…

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The wicker chair was new and had a crisp creak. At a quarter to eight every morning Father sat in it to read family prayers. The little book the prayers came out of was sewed into a black calico pinafore because its own cover was a vivid colour and…

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Small’s singing was joyful noise more than music; what it lacked in elegance it made up in volume. As fire cannot help giving heat so Small’s happiness could not help giving song, in spite of family complaint. They called her singing a “horrible row”, and said it shamed them…

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