|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Tattine by Ruth Ogden [Mrs. Charles W. Ide]:
"Shure she has all her days at home, Miss Tattine, save on a holiday, when we
go for a day's drive to some of our neighbors', but I doubt if I'm catching
just what you're maning."
"Oh! I mean does she have a day sometimes when she gets ready for company and
expects to have people come and see her, the way ladies do in town?"
"Well, no, miss; she don't do tbat, for, tin to one, nobody'd come if she did.
We belongs to the workin' classes, Molly and I, and we has no time for the
doing of the loikes of city people."
"I'm sorry she hasn't a day," said Tattine, "because--because--"
"If ye're maning that you'd like to give us a call, miss," said Patrick,
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Black Dwarf by Walter Scott:
the Borders. The ground upon which it stood was gently elevated
above the marsh for the space of about a hundred yards, affording
an esplanade of dry turf, which extended itself in the immediate
neighbourhood of the tower; but, beyond which, the surface
presented to strangers was that of an impassable and dangerous
bog. The owner of the tower and his inmates alone knew the
winding and intricate paths, which, leading over ground that was
comparatively sound, admitted visitors to his residence. But
among the party which were assembled under Earnscliff's
directions, there was more than one person qualified to act as a
guide. For although the owner's character and habits of life
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Wrecker by Stevenson & Osbourne:
and wagging of the female head, the party launched at once
(God help me) into the more cheerful topic of my own
successes. They had been so pleased to hear such good
accounts of me; I was quite a great man now; where was that
beautiful statue of the Genius of Something or other? "You
haven't it here? not here? Really?" asks the sprightliest of my
cousins, shaking curls at me; as though it were likely I had
brought it in a cab, or kept it concealed about my person like a
birthday surprise. In the bosom of this family, unaccustomed
to the tropical nonsense of the West, it became plain the
_Sunday Herald_ and poor, blethering Pinkerton had been