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Page 256 - Holly heard, and said nothing; and that he did say nothing — especially nothing in answer to David's confident assertions concerning celestial and terrestrial architecture — only goes to show how well, indeed, the man was learning to look at the world through David's eyes.
Page 254 - And to please the boy — they went. It was a curious walk. Ellen Holly trod softly, with timid feet. She threw hurried, frightened glances from side to side. It was plain that Ellen Holly did not know how to play.
Page 255 - ... like a squirrel's tail. Oh, they're lots different! That's a larch 'way ahead — that one with the branches all scraggly and close down to the ground. I could start to climb that easy; but I could n't that pine over there.
Page 255 - Holly glowed into a semblance of life when David had unerringly picked out and called by name the spruce, and fir, and pine, and larch, and then, in answer to Mrs. Holly's murmured: "But, David, where's the difference? They look so much alike!
Page 90 - What now about all those long days and nights ahead before he might go, violin in hand, to meet his father in that far-away country?
Page 253 - Mr. and Mrs. Holly, more than ever now, were learning to look at the world through David's eyes. One day — one wonderful day — they...
Page 177 - Above his head he saw a sky-like canopy of blue carrying fleecy clouds on which floated little pink-and-white children with wings, just as David himself had so often wished that he could float.
Page 40 - For a moment the boy looked as if he were going to let them remain where they were.