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

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

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

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.

In silence the three of them looked at the sunset and thought about God.

She thought of the library, so shining white and new; the rows and rows of unread books; the bliss of unhurried sojourns there and of going out to a restaurant, alone, to eat.

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