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

She thought of the library, so shining white and new; the rows and rows of unread books; the bliss of unhurried sojourns there and of going out to a restaurant, alone, to eat.

You have two numbers in your age when you are ten. It's the beginning of growing up.

People were always saying to Margaret, 'Well, Julia sings and Betsy writes. Now what is little Margaret going to do?' Margaret would smile politely, for she was very polite, but privately she stormed to Betsy with flashing eyes, 'I'm not going to do anything. I want to just live. Can't people just live?

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

The wastes of snow on the hill were ghostly in the moonlight. The stars were piercingly bright.

Betsy. The great war is on but I hope ours is over. Please come home. Joe.