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

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

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.

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.

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.