You old hands got so wise, that a child cannot cough, or sneeze, but you see desperation and ruin at hand. Only take care of the child, keep her from the night air, and don't let her play too hard, and she'll do well enough. If it must be told, the thing that struck a deeper pang to his heart than anything else was the daily increasing maturity of the child's mind and feelings. While still retaining all a child's fanciful graces, yet she often dropped, unconsciously, words of such a reach of thought, and strange unworldly wisdom, that they seemed to be an inspiration. The child's whole heart and soul seemed absorbed in works of love and kindness.
People never do.
Because it is no use for them to read. It don't help them to work any better, and they are not made for anything else. Yes, and you see how much good it does. But when you come to be dressing and going into company, you won't have time. I wore them to my first ball.