She thought of the library, so shining white and new; the rows and rows of unread books; the bliss of unhurried sojourns there and of going out to a restaurant, alone, to eat.
Maud Hart LovelaceWas life always like that? she wondered. A game of hide and seek in which you only occasionally found the person you wanted to be?
Maud Hart LovelaceCome in early, so there'll be time to pop corn,' Mrs. Ray said. If she mentioned popping corn, they always came in early. So she usually mentioned it.
Maud Hart Lovelace