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

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

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

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.

There is no escape if love is not there

Who would guess," he teased, "that I'd ever see you on a rooftop with straw in your hair?" Kit giggled. "Are you saying I've turned into a crow?" "Not exactly." His eyes were intensely blue with merriment. "I can still see the green feathers if I look hard enough. But they've done their best to make you into a sparrow, haven't they?

There was something irresistible about popcorn.