And yet, even as she spoke, she knew that she did not wish to come back. not to stay, not to live. She loved the little yellow cottage more than she loved any place on earth. but she was through with it except in her memories.
Maud Hart LovelaceWas life always like that? she wondered. A game of hide and seek in which you only occasionally found the person you wanted to be?
Maud Hart LovelaceCome 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.
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 Lovelace