| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Options by O. Henry: And then in came a wee girl of seven, with dirty face and pure blue
eyes and a smutched and insufficient dress.
"Mamma says," she recited shrilly, "that you must give me eighty cents
for the grocer and nineteen for the milkman and five cents for me to
buy hokey-pokey with--but she didn't say that," the elf concluded,
with a hopeful but honest grin.
Finch shelled out the money, counting it twice, but I noticed that the
total sum that the small girl received was one dollar and four cents.
"That's the right kind of a law," remarked Finch, as he carefully
broke some of the stitches of my hatband so that it would assuredly
come off within a few days--"the law of supply and demand. But
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Bab:A Sub-Deb, Mary Roberts Rinehart by Mary Roberts Rinehart: the Penalty. He would know at once that I had made him up, or
rather he did not know me and therefore could not possibly be in
Love with me. And what then?
"But look here," he said, "if I take him there as Valentine, the
Familey will be on, you know. We'd better call him something else.
Got any choice as to a name?"
"Carter" I said franticaly. "I think I'd better tell you. I----"
"How about calling him Grosvenor?". he babbled on. "Grosvenor's a
good name. Ted Grosvenor--that ought to hit them between the eyes.
It's going to be rather a lark, Miss Bab!"
And of course just then mother came in, and the Brooks idiot went
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Time Machine by H. G. Wells: puzzled Weena, but at the last she had concluded that they were
an eccentric kind of vase for floral decoration. At least she
utilized them for that purpose. And that reminds me! In
changing my jacket I found . . .'
The Time Traveller paused, put his hand into his pocket, and
silently placed two withered flowers, not unlike very large white
mallows, upon the little table. Then he resumed his narrative.
`As the hush of evening crept over the world and we proceeded
over the hill crest towards Wimbledon, Weena grew tired and
wanted to return to the house of grey stone. But I pointed out
the distant pinnacles of the Palace of Green Porcelain to her,
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