Good things come, but they're never perfect; are they? You have to twist them into something perfect.

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.

Was life always like that? she wondered. A game of hide and seek in which you only occasionally found the person you wanted to be?

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

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.

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!