She was surprised at how tiny it seemed now. She supposed the school was just as big as it had ever been only her eyes had grown used to looking at bigger things.

There had to be dark and muddy waters so that the sun could have something to background it's flashing glory.

Well' Francie decided, 'I guess the thing that is giving me this headache is life - and nothing else but'.

Is it not so that a son what is bad to his mother is bad to his wife?

And always, there was the magic of learning things.

Oh time...time, pass so that I forget! Oh time, Great Healer, pass over me and let me forget.

Someday you'll remember what I said and you'll thank me for it." Francie wished adults would stop telling her that. Already the load of thanks in the future was weighing her down. She figured she'd have to spend the best years of her womanhood hunting up people to tell them that they were right and to thank them.