It happened many times, and it always happened just in that corner of the old garden. When it was going to happen, the dance in your feet took you there without your doing anything about it. You danced through the flower garden and the vegetable garden till you came to the row of currant bushes, and then you danced down it. First came the black currants with their strong wild smell. Then came the…

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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 or small, or if it is in the right or the wrong place?” Soon after I heard this conversation about Mrs. Crane’s heart, our Mother…

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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 Father did not think that was reverent. The Elder, a sister much older than the rest of the children, knelt before a hard, straight chair:…

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