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!

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

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

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.

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

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.

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