It is not easy to make an effort and to remember all the little personalia of some one one has loved very much, and by whom one has been loved. - Isa Bowman

When the rest of the congregation rose at the entrance of the choir he kept his seat. He argued that rising to one's feet at such a time tended to make the choir-boys conceited.

He had a curiously womanish face, and, in direct contradiction to his real character, there seemed to be little strength in it.

To have even known such a man as he was is an inestimable boon. To have been with him for so long as a child, to have known so intimately the man who above all others has understood childhood, is indeed a memory on which to look back with thanksgiving and with tears.