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

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?

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

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

I 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.

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

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.