Maud Hart LovelaceJulia was as happy as Betsy was, almost. One nice thing about Julia was that she rejoiced in other people's luck.
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Julia was as happy as Betsy was, almost. One nice thing about Julia was that she rejoiced in other people's luck. It's true that often we see people gloating in someone else's misfortune: “I told you so,” or “I told you so!” But Julia took a different approach to other people's misfortune. She rejoiced in it! In other words, she used it as a stepping stone to get to something better.
Source: Betsy And Tacy Go Downtown
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