Eleanor H. Porter

“ An' ter-night, on yer knees, thank the good Lord that you've got a sister Sue.
"Oh! Ye ain't the only one. There's others, lots of 'em, right in this town, an' other towns, too, I s'pose. There's any amount of Sister Sues, always stayin' home themselves an' sendin' everybody else off; always givin' up what they want fer what somebody else don't want; always takin' a back seat so's everybody else can have the front; always stayin' in the kitchin an' peelin' pertaters for somebody else ter eat. Yer own Sister Sue said she was doin' that last herself ”

“ Boston! Oh, Mrs. Preston, you don't know what just the sound of that word means to me!"
"Don't I?"
"You can't! Nobody can! And to think that I'm going just next Monday! And so I shall write to May and Gordon, but I shan't write till Saturday. I don't want to be here when they answer. I want to be already gone. I shall tell them to address me in Boston, care of Mr. Loring. I don't know where I'll be in Boston. I'm going first to Mr. Loring's, but I shan't stay there. I want to get away from here, anyway, as soon as I can. I see Father everywhere—in the awful way he's been the past few years. ”

“ But I'm just tryin' ter tell ye that 't ain't always the folks that goes off an' writes books an' plays the fiddle an' sings in the opery that does the most good fer their towns. It's jest as apt—an' a little more so—ter be the Sister Sues that stay at home an' play in Sunday-School an' prayer-meetin's an' gittin' the boys an' girls together an' givin' 'em sings an' candy-pulls an' keeps 'em off the streets. ”