You might as well learn right now, you two, that the poorest guide you can have in life is what people will say.

The silence in the room had width, height, depth, mass and substance.

Betsy returned to her chair, took off her coat and hat, opened her book and forgot the world again.

One strain could call up the quivering expectancy of Christmas Eve, childhood, joy and sadness, the lonely wonder of a star

It was June, and the world smelled of roses. The sunshine was like powdered gold over the grassy hillside.

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

Come in early, so there'll be time to pop corn,' Mrs. Ray said. If she mentioned popping corn, they always came in early. So she usually mentioned it.