I'm finished with something, but I'm not beginning anything. That's wrong. When you finish something, you ought always to begin something new.

She tried to act as though it were nothing to go to the library alone. But her happiness betrayed her. Her smile could not be restrained, and it spread from her tightly pressed mouth, to her round cheeks, almost to the hair ribbons tied in perky bows over her ears.

Good things come, but they're never perfect; are they? You have to twist them into something perfect.

Do you girls have hope chests?' Lloyd asked. We certainly do.' I don't,' said Betsy. 'My husband and I are going to use paper plates and napkins.' Poor Joe!' Lucky Larry!

We'll just have to find more flowers in the spring. That's when they bloom, tra la.

I'm finished with something, but I'm not beginning anything. That's wrong. When you finish something, you ought always to begin something new.

When there are boys you have to worry about how you look, and whether they like you, and why they like another girl better, and whether they're going to ask you to something or other. It's a strain.