Quotes by Alice B. Emerson

"It was a single word-- a word smeared across the rag in shaking, uneven letters: "HELP!" "By George!" exclaimed one of the brakemen. "The little girl's right. That spells 'Help!' plain enough." "It-- it is written in something red, sir," cried Ruth, her voice trembling. "See! It is blood!"

"The rain could not last forever; Nature must cease weeping some time. Just as girls, far away from their old homes and their old friends, must cease wetting their pillows with regretful tears after a time, and look forward to the new interests and new friends to which they have come."