Jenniful:
Sweet is the memory of distant friends! Like the mellow rays of the departing sun, it falls tenderly, yet sadly, on the heart.
Jenniful:
There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea.
Jenniful:
It gives one a sudden start in going down a barren, stony street, to see upon a narrow strip of grass, just within the iron fence, the radiant dandelion, shining in the grass, like a spark dropped from the sun.
Jenniful:
I often want to cry. That is the only advantage women have over men - at least they can cry.
