You Can Lose A Friend In Springtime

Whatever Comes," She Said, "cannot Alter One Thing. If I Am A Princess In Rags And Tatters, I Can Be A Princess Inside. It Would Be Easy To Be A Princess If I Were Dressed In Cloth Of Gold, But It Is A Great Deal More Of A Triumph To Be One All The Time When No One Knows It.

Yes," Answered Sara, Nodding. "adversity Tries People, And Mine Has Tried You And Proved How Nice You Are.

As Long As You Have A Garden You Have A Future And As Long As You Have A Future You Are Alive.

If Nature Has Made You For A Giver, Your Hands Are Born Open, And So Is Your Heart; And Though There May Be Times When Your Hands Are Empty, Your Heart Is Always Full, And You Can Give Things Out Of That--warm Things, Kind Things, Sweet Things--help And Comfort And Laughter--and Sometimes Gay, Kind Laughter Is The Best Help Of All.

The Difficulty Will Be To Keep Her From Learning Too Fast And Too Much. She Is Always Sitting With Her Little Nose Burrowing Into Books. She Doesn't Read Them, Miss Minchin; She Gobbles Them Up As If She Were A Little Wolf Instead Of A Little Girl. She Is Always Starving For New Books To Gobble, And She Wants Grown-up Books--great, Big, Fat Ones--french And German As Well As English--history And Biography And Poets, And All Sorts Of Things. Drag Her Away From Her Books When She Reads Too Much.