It was June, and the world smelled of roses. The sunshine was like powdered gold over the grassy hillside.
Maud Hart LovelaceI'm finished with something, but I'm not beginning anything. That's wrong. When you finish something, you ought always to begin something new.
Maud Hart LovelaceI cannot remember back to a year in which I did not consider myself to be a writer, and the younger I was the bigger that capital 'W.
Maud Hart LovelaceDo 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!
Maud Hart Lovelace