Do you girls have hope chests?' Lloyd asked. We certainly do.' I don't,' said Betsy. 'My husband and I are going to use paper plates and napkins.' Poor Joe!' Lucky Larry!

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

She tried to act as though it were nothing to go to the library alone. But her happiness betrayed her. Her smile could not be restrained, and it spread from her tightly pressed mouth, to her round cheeks, almost to the hair ribbons tied in perky bows over her ears.

Then he kissed her. Betsy didn't believe in letting boys kiss you. She thought it was silly to be letting first this boy and then that one kiss you, when it didn't mean a thing. But it was wonderful when Joe Willard kissed her. And it did mean a thing.

I'm finished with something, but I'm not beginning anything. That's wrong. When you finish something, you ought always to begin something new.

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

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