A shaft of sunlight at the end of a dark afternoon, a note of music, and the way the back of a baby’s neck smells if it’s mother keeps it tidy,” answered Henry. “Correct,” said Stuart. “Those are the important things. You forgot one thing, though. Mary Bendix, what did Henry Rackmeyer forget?” “He forgot ice cream with chocolate sauce on it,” said Mary quickly.
E. B. WhiteThe circus comes as close to being the world in microcosm as anything I know; in a way, it puts all the rest of show business in the shade.
E. B. WhiteLife is always rich and steady time when you are waiting for something to happen or to hatch.
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