From that first moment, in a way she could never explain, the Meadows claimed her and made her their own.

What a pity every child couldn't learn to read under a willow tree.

Tis a strange thing, that the only friends I have I found in the same way, lying flat in the meadows, crying as if their hearts would break.

There is no escape if love is not there," Hannah had said. Had Hannah known when she herself had not even suspected? It was not escape that she had dreamed about, it was love.

How right- how incredibly, utterly right- and how impossible!

She snatched at the dream that had comforted her for so long. It was faded and thin, like a letter too often read.

the demons that make a person afraid are the hardest to cast out.