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1 " Dear Father,” she prayed, “please take care of this for me. Don’t let me have to go anywhere or do anything with that MacCallummore man, please, dear Lord.” When she arose she looked about her with eyes that were touched with peace again. Now she mustn’t just sit here and brood over this thing. She had given it into God’s hands, and that was all there was to do at present. "
― Grace Livingston Hill , Rose Galbraith
2 " She seemed awfully pleasant and sweet, and her mother wasn’t like that a bit. I knew her mother very well indeed.” “Well, Mamma, you have to remember she had a father, too. "
3 " The tickets might be returned perhaps, but where would she go? "