Ethel Turner Quotes

But again and again that night there came to him Meg's white, still face as it lay on the scarlet cushions, and he knew the wind that stirred the curtains at the window had been playing with the long grass in the churchyard a few minutes since.

None of the seven is really good, for the excellent reason that Australian children never are.

She had taken it into her head that she was unappreciated by her family, misunderstood, uncared for.
When she went to bed at night she used to conjure up a pathetic scene of her death-bed, when too late her family had learned her worth. She would lie and blink at the patch of light made on the ceiling by Dolly's wash-stand candle, her throat swelling with self-pity.
...She went further still one night, and actually buried herself in an oak and silver coffin.

Plant a cactus dahlia and a marguerite bush side by side in rich mellow land for a season; they will both give noble return - generous wealth of blossom, splendid growth. Change the same plants another year into starved, sandy soil and what happens? The dahlia shows a warped altered nature at once - the plant grows awry, the flowers, if it flowers at all, come sickly and sullen-looking. Look at the marguerite; it is dismayed for a little time and then adapts itself cheerily to place; it makes a bush as large as ever, it flowers again with all its heart - not quite such fine flowers perhaps, but to make up it gives them in greater profusion.