One day when she was arranging them, she said, regretfully, "They will soon be gone.

I wish it could always be summer." "You would get tired of it," said Mr.Harry, who had come up softly behind her.

"There's only one place where we could stand perpetual summer, and that's in heaven." "Do you suppose that it will always be summer there ?" said Miss Laura, turning around, and looking at him.
"I don't know.

I imagine it will be, but don't think anybody knows much about it.

We've got to wait." Miss Laura's eyes fell on me.