But I had to do something; I couldn't sit with my hands folded; and what I've done I've tried to do right.

I hope you won't leave love and marriage out of your life, Sylvia.

In this new condition of things that we've talked about there's no reason why a woman shouldn't work--do things, climb up high, and be a woman, too.
He'll be a lucky man who gets you to stand by him and work for him and with him." "Oh," sighed Sylvia, "there are so many things to do! I want to know so much and do so much!" "You'll know them and do them; but I don't want you to have a one-sided life.

Dear Sylvia," and Mrs.Owen bent toward the girl and touched her hand gently, "I don't want you to leave love out of your life." There was an interval of silence and then Mrs.Owen opened a drawer and drew out a faded morocco case.

"Here's a daguerreotype of my mother and me, when I was about four years old.