Occupation: Author Birth: September 28, 1856 Death: August 24, 1923
A real Christmas baby was not to be lightly named..
The soul grows into lovely habits as easily as into ugly ones, and the moment a life begins to blossom into beautiful words and deeds, that moment a ….
If I haven't anything to write, I am just as anxious to 'take my pen in hand' as though I had a message to deliver, a cause to plead, or a problem to….
To make my diary a little different I am going to call it a Thought Book ... I have thoughts that I never can use unlesss I write them down, for Aunt….
Bear figs for a season or two, and the world outside the orchard is very unwilling you should bear thistles..
Every child born into the world is a new thought of God, an ever-fresh and radiant possibility..
Lord, I do not ask that Thou shouldst give me wealth; only show me where it is, and I will attend to the rest..
The old stage coach was rumbling along the dusty road that runs from Maplewood to Riverboro. The day was as warm as midsummer, though it was only the….
The world is always a new plaything to children, while to the old it seems falling to pieces from sheer dryness. Everything loses its value with time….
It was not long after sunrise, and Stephen Waterman, fresh from his dip in the river, had scrambled up the hillside from the hut in the alder-bushes ….