At the end of their grim race, death might be the only prize.

I noticed that she wore her evening dress, all her dresses, like sports clothes-there was a jauntiness about her movements as if she had first learned to walk upon a golf course on clean, crisp, mornings.

I have grown to love secrecy. It seems to be the one thing that can make modern life mysterious or marvellous to us.

It was so lovely, Heidi stood with tears pouring down her cheeks, and thanked God for letting her come home to it again. She could find no words to express her feelings, but lingered until the light began to fade and then ran on.

Written By Johanna Spyri

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