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

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

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

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.

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

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