“ Jimmie grinned. "She's up to it," said he. "She knows all about it. She's as clever, as keen, as clear-sighted.""Is she, perhaps, pleasing to the eye?" asked Miss Knowles idly. "Clever women are often so—well, so—"Jimmie gazed at her across the little tea-table. He filled his eyes with her. And, since his heart was in his eyes, he filled that, too. After a moment he made solemn answer:"She is the most beautiful woman God ever made.""Ah, now," said Miss Knowles, returning her cup to its fellows and turning her face, and her mind, more entirely to him, "now we grow interesting. ”
Myra Kelly
Biographical details
Myra Kelly (1875–1910), an Irish American schoolteacher and author, documented the lives of immigrant children and the shifting dynamics of urban neighborhoods through her literary works. Drawing from her teaching experience in New York’s Lower East Side, she examined themes of cultural displacement and social transformation, as seen in Little Citizens: The Humours of School Life and Wards of Liberty.
Her detailed depiction of Irish and Jewish immigrant communities, combined with an emphasis on education’s capacity for change, earned her recognition, including a letter of appreciation from Theodore Roosevelt. Kelly’s body of work, ranging from realistic fiction to romance, reflects her sharp insight into societal changes in early 20th-century America.
Quotes by Myra Kelly
Myra Kelly,
Little Citizens: The Humours of School Life
“ So there they stood, seven sorrowful little figures engulfed in the rayless despair of childhood and the bitterness of poverty. For these were the children of the poor, and full well they knew that money was not to be diverted from its mission: that car-fare could not be squandered on bliss.Becky's woe was so strong and loud that the bitter wailings of the others served merely as its background. But Patrick cared not at all for the general despair. His remorseful eyes never strayed from the bowed figure of Eva Gonorowsky, for whose pleasure and honour he had striven so long and vainly. ”
“ And the smile was as a banderilla to her niece's goaded spirit."Jiminy!" gasped that young person, "she's got a smile just like a teacher.""Mary, dear," the intruder gushed, "God has sent you something."The hickory flashed forth black and white and red. Mary stood upon the ground."Where are they?" she demanded."They?" repeated the lady. "There is only one.""Why, I prayed for two. Which did he send?""Which do you think?" parried the lady. "Which do you hope it is?"Even Mary's scorn was unprepared for this weak-mindedness. "The goat, of course," she responded curtly. "Is it the goat?" ”
