Ramona stepped back into her closet, slid the door shut, pressed an imaginary button, and when her imaginary elevator had made its imaginary descent, stepped out onto the real first floor and raced a real problem. Her mother and father were leaving for Parents' Night.

In my grammar school years back in the 1920s I used my ten-cents-a-week allowance for Saturday matinees of Douglas Fairbanks movies. All that swashbuckling and leaping about in the midst of the sails of ships!

When I was in the first grade I was afraid of the teacher and had a miserable time in the reading circle, a difficulty that was overcome by the loving patience of my second grade teacher. Even though I could read, I refused to do so.

I don't think children's inner feelings have changed. They still want a mother and father in the very same house; they want places to play.

I think the best teachers had a real interest in the subject they were teaching and a love for children.

If she can't spell, why is she a librarian? Librarians should know how to spell.

I write in longhand on yellow legal pads.