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

When there are boys you have to worry about how you look, and whether they like you, and why they like another girl better, and whether they're going to ask you to something or other. It's a strain.

Isn't it mysterious to begin a new journal like this? I can run my fingers through the fresh clean pages but I cannot guess what the writing on them will be.

Was life always like that? she wondered. A game of hide and seek in which you only occasionally found the person you wanted to be?

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

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

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