The humiliation that Jane had felt turned to something else--grief perhaps, or regret. Regret that she had not known how to act with a boy, regret that she had not been wiser.

I grew up before there were strict leash laws.

Problem solving, and I don't mean algebra, seems to be my life's work. Maybe it's everyone's life's work.

Neither the mouse nor the boy was the least bit surprised that each could understand the other. Two creatures who shared a love for motorcycles naturally spoke the same language.

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

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!

I don't ever go on the Internet. I don't even know how it works.