The wastes of snow on the hill were ghostly in the moonlight. The stars were piercingly bright.
Maud Hart LovelaceThen he kissed her. Betsy didn't believe in letting boys kiss you. She thought it was silly to be letting first this boy and then that one kiss you, when it didn't mean a thing. But it was wonderful when Joe Willard kissed her. And it did mean a thing.
Maud Hart LovelaceWe'll just have to find more flowers in the spring. That's when they bloom, tra la.
Maud Hart LovelaceYou might as well learn right now, you two, that the poorest guide you can have in life is what people will say.
Maud Hart Lovelace