Books, books, books had found the secret of a garret-room piled high w >>
Measure not the work until the day's out and the labor's done. >>
But the child's sob curses deeper in the silence than the strong man i >>
The embarrassing thing is that the salad dressing is out-grossing my f >>
He scratched his ear, the infallible resource to which embarrassed peo >>
Some people play very, very well just so they won't get embarrassed. >>
Girls blush, sometimes, because they are alive, half wishing they were dead to save the shame. The sudden blush devours them, neck and brow; They have drawn too near the fire of life, like gnats, and flare up bodily, wings and all. What then? Who's sorry for a gnat or girl?