"You don't eat everything you can borrow or find anywhere. If you choose for your body, how much more ought you to choose for your mind."
"I do get discontented sometimes and want things to happen as they do in books; something happens in every chapter in a book," acknowledged Marjorie.
"There's nothing said about the dull, uneventful days that come between; if the author should write only about the dull days no one would read the book."
"It wouldn't be like life, either," said Marjorie, quickly, "for something does happen, sometimes nothing has happened yet to me, though. But I suppose something will, some day."
"Then if I should write about your thirteen years the charm would have to be all in the telling."
"Like Hector in the Garden," said Marjorie, brightly. "How I do love that. And he was only nine years old."
"But how far we've gotten away from punctuation!"
Next to prayer children were Miss Prudence's most perfect rest. They were so utterly unconscious of what she was going through. It seemed to Miss Prudence as if she were always going through and never getting through.
"Are you fully satisfied that punctuation has its work in the world?"
"Yes, ever so fully. I should never get along in the Bible without it."