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differently at home but that only makes | differently at home but that only makes me enjoy the more the refinement and good taste that I find here. I think it is pride on the part of the poor as often as pride on the part of those more favored that separates them. It is a sort of selfishness that prevents us enjoying the beautiful things of this world because we don't own them. | ||
me enjoy the more the refinement and | Tuesday Morning | ||
good taste that I find here. I think it | Spring is just at the door by the Calender but certainly not by the thermometer. The ground is all sugared over with snow and things look so cold, but people are wide awake hurrying to and fro as if life depended on their speed. When I am at the Dr it seems like an anthill. It would seem as if there was not room enough in this world for its inhabitants that people must crowd and elbow each other so. Every one is in a hurry but me. I have nothing better to do a good deal of the time than to watch others. I am really afraid I shall get bad habits and turn out a disagreeable old maid and not the good one I mean to be. I believe my head is weak | ||
is pride on the part of the poor as often | |||
as pride on the part of those more favored | |||
that separates them. It is a sort of selfishness | |||
that prevents us enjoying the beautiful | |||
things of this world because we don't own | |||
them. | |||
Tuesday Morning | |||
Spring is just at the door by the Calender | |||
but certainly not by the thermometer. The | |||
ground is all sugared over with snow and | |||
things look so cold, but people are wide awake | |||
hurrying to and fro as if life depended on | |||
their speed. When I am at the Dr it seems | |||
like an anthill. It would seem as if there | |||
was not room enough in this world for its | |||
inhabitants that people must crowd and | |||
elbow each other so. Every one is in a hurry | |||
but me. I have nothing better to do a good | |||
deal of the time than to watch others. I am | |||
really afraid I shall get bad habits and turn | |||
out a disagreeable old maid and not the good | |||
one I mean to be. I believe my head is weak | |||
Latest revision as of 17:38, 31 January 2021
differently at home but that only makes me enjoy the more the refinement and good taste that I find here. I think it is pride on the part of the poor as often as pride on the part of those more favored that separates them. It is a sort of selfishness that prevents us enjoying the beautiful things of this world because we don't own them.
Tuesday Morning Spring is just at the door by the Calender but certainly not by the thermometer. The ground is all sugared over with snow and things look so cold, but people are wide awake hurrying to and fro as if life depended on their speed. When I am at the Dr it seems like an anthill. It would seem as if there was not room enough in this world for its inhabitants that people must crowd and elbow each other so. Every one is in a hurry but me. I have nothing better to do a good deal of the time than to watch others. I am really afraid I shall get bad habits and turn out a disagreeable old maid and not the good one I mean to be. I believe my head is weak