the occasional cries of a lost loon, strayed from its flock in northern migration, fill the swamp with sounds of wailing.
Gene Stratton-PorterBut Aunt Margaret doesn't like boys," objected Elnora. "Well, she likes me, and I used to be a boy.
Gene Stratton-PorterI do not know why it is the fate of the world always to want something different from what life gives them.
Gene Stratton-Porter