The minute your group gets so big you don't know anybody in it and they don't know you, there's hell to pay.

What's the matter?" asked the teacher, seeing her bewildered fact."Why—why," said Elizabeth Ann, "I don't know what I am at all. If I'm second-grade arithmetic and seventh-grade reading and third-grade spelling, what grade am I?"The teacher laughed at the turn of her phrase. "you aren't any grade at all, no matter where you are in school. You're just yourself, aren't you? What difference does it make what grade you're in! And what's the use of your reading little baby things too easy for you just because you don't know your multiplication table?

This time Elizabeth Ann didn't answer, because she herself didn't know what the matter was. But I do, and I'll tell you. The matter was that never before had she known what she was doing in school. She had always thought she was there to pass from one grade to another, and she was ever so startled to get a little glimpse of the fact that she was there to learn how to read and write and cipher and generally use her mind, so she could take care of herself when she came to be grown up. Of course, she didn't really know that till she did come to be grown up, but she had her first dim notion of it in that moment, and it made her feel the way you do when you're learning to skate and somebody pulls away the chair you've been leaning on and says, "Now, go it alone!

What's the matter?" asked the teacher, seeing her bewildered face."Why—why," said Elizabeth Ann, "I don't know what I am at all. If I'm second-grade arithmetic and seventh-grade reading and third-grade spelling, what grade am I?"The teacher laughed at the turn of her phrase. "you aren't any grade at all, no matter where you are in school. You're just yourself, aren't you? What difference does it make what grade you're in! And what's the use of your reading little baby things too easy for you just because you don't know your multiplication table?

If we could only give just once the same amount of reflection to what we want to get out of life that we give to the question of what to do with a two weeks' vacation we would be startled at our false standards and the aimless procession of our busy days.

If we would only give just once the same amount of reflection to what we want to get out of life that we give to the question of what to do with a two weeks' vacation we would be startled at our false standards and the aimless procession of our busy days.

A mother is not a person to lean on but a person to make leaning unnecessary.

One of the many things nobody ever tells you about middle age is that it's such a nice change from being young.