| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Mountains by Stewart Edward White: plain flannel shirts, bloomers of an aggressive and
unnecessary cut, and enormous square boots weighing
pounds. The men had on hats just off the sunbonnet
effect, pleated Norfolk jackets, bloomers ditto ditto to
the women, stockings whose tops rolled over innumerable
times to help out the size of that which they
should have contained, and also enormous square
boots. The female children they put in skin-tight
blue overalls. The male children they dressed in
bloomers. Why this should be I cannot tell you. All
carried toy hatchets with a spike on one end built to
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Tattine by Ruth Ogden [Mrs. Charles W. Ide]: "Why, yes, don't you know that's the way they make maple sugar? In the spring,
about April, when the sap begins to run up into the maple-trees, and often
while the snow is still on the ground, they what they call tap the tree; they
drive a sort of little spout right into the tree and soon the sap begins to
ooze out and drop into buckets that are placed to catch it. Afterwards they
boil it down in huge kettles made for the purpose. They call it sugaring off,
and it must be great fun."
"Not half so much fun, I should think, as sugaring down," laughed Mabel, with
her right hand placed significantly where stomachs are supposed to be.
"And now I am going to run up to the house," explained Tattine, getting
stiffly up from a rather cramped position, "for three or four plates, and
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The School For Scandal by Richard Brinsley Sheridan: How far it is a woman's grace to learn;
In MILLAR'S dialect she would not prove
Apollo's priestess, but Apollo's love,
Graced by those signs which truth delights to own,
The timid blush, and mild submitted tone:
Whate'er she says, though sense appear throughout,
Displays the tender hue of female doubt;
Deck'd with that charm, how lovely wit appears,
How graceful SCIENCE, when that robe she wears!
Such too her talents, and her bent of mind,
As speak a sprightly heart by thought refined:
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