If there is one who knows, I know more than he, and if there is one who ignores it, even more than he I ignore it. My life is a fight between this knowing and this ignorance and so is his life and so is life.

Mrs. Prior and her basket were gone when we repaired to the drawing-room: having been hunting all day, the hungry mother had returned with her prey to her wide-mouthed birdikins.

We got the family all together to celebrate grandma’s birthday.

I answer by saying that I have worked too long and hard now against segregated public accommodations to end up segregating my moral concern.