Excerpts from the Book 'Lotus Buds':

... stone had been flung straight at a mirror. There was a sense of crash and the shattering of some bright image. The Lotus-pool was a Temple pool its ...
... us all. Sometimes, to tell the whole unromantic truth, we have been afraid less Esli was spilling emotion in vain upon this graceless soul and we have ...
... sheltered place, where no sound of war disturbs the babies at their play, and the flowers bloom like the babies in happy unconsciousness of battles, ...
... greater part of the morning trying to save the child. It was in the house of a so-called Temple woman, who had adopted it, and she had taken every care ...
... and each time unexpectedly for the babies had stories which seemed to imply a promise of future usefulness. Surely such a deliverance must have been ...
... For Seela is a baby after all, and does not profess to be like grown-up people who do not appreciate nice things to eat, being, of course, entirely ...
... To the South Indian imagination Alpine snow is something quite inconceivable but the picture on the cover and snow-scene photographs helped, and the ...
... well from that day to this. How familiar the road between Dohnavur and Neyoor became to us, as the months passed and frequent journeys were ...
... be. At first it was very pitiful. She would sit hour after hour as she had sat through that first hour, with her chin in hand, her eyes cast down, and ...
... try together if this fails, Lulla finds a taller one, and at last successful, sits down with the tin held tightly in both hands, and turns it over ...
... is rather mixed but to be too critical would end in being nothing, so we are a Menagerie. The Rosebud is like her name, small and sweet. When she ...
... is not obvious. Alice in her wanderings never wandered into bewilderment more profound than such a mixture of ideas. But this is the way we get to it: ...
... not lukewarm, selfish, slack souls, but hearts more finely tempered than steel, wills purer and harder than the diamond.-PRE DIDON. [Illustration: ...
... had come, she fled to the bungalow. My parents have come. My father is strong. Oh, hide me. hide me. she besought us. I cannot resist him. I cannot. ...
... But Ponnamal's eyes were so appealing, and the little buff things in blue with a trellis of pink flowers for background made such a pretty picture, that ...
... and belongs to us no more. . Chapter Xxxi. And There Was None To Save.CHAPTER XXXI. And there was None to Save. Thou canst conceive our highest ...
... perhaps, disgrace. But if you could see my eldest daughter the centre of a thousand Brahmans and high-caste Hindus. If you could see every eye in that ...
... because India is India but will it not at least be admitted that the law meant in kindness to the innocent is fatal to our purpose.-which is to save ...
... steep. More and more as we go on, and learn our utter inability to move a single pebble by ourselves, and the mighty power of God to upturn mountains ...
... or missionary. Those who have read Queen Victoria's Letters must have become conscious of a certain enlargement. Questions become great or dwindle ...