But all she does is to make the world beautiful, and she doesn't do that as well as the sun does it.

The stars make no pretences, and that is the reason I like them better.
"But I did not bring you out here to tell you all this," she continued, offering me no opportunity of giving my opinions on the stars and moon.

"I simply wanted to say that I am so glad and thankful to be walking about on the surface of the earth with whole bones and not a scratch from head to foot"-- at this point my heart began to sink: I never do know what to say when people are grateful to me--"that I am going to show you my gratitude by treating you as I know you would like to be treated.

I shall not pour out my gratitude before you and make you say things which are incorrect, for you are bound to do that if you say anything--" "I thank you from the bottom of my heart," I said; "but now let us talk some more about the stars." "Oh, bother the stars!" said she.

"But I will drop the subject of gratitude as soon as I have said that if you ever come to know me better than you do now, you will know that in regard to such things I am the right kind of a girl." I had not the slightest doubt that she was entirely correct.