Harriet Beecher Stowe,
The First Christmas of New England
(1876)
“ They are flesh and blood, and she looks as if she had been made out of sunshine. 'Tis a sweet babe as ever was; but fitter for the kingdom of heaven than our rough life deary me! a hard time we have had of it. I suppose it's all best, but I don't know." " Oh, never talk that way, Margery," said Rose Standish; "we must all keep up heart, our own and one another's." ”
