The missing aren't missing, they're only departed, All minds keep all thoughts - so like gold - closely guarded.

Daddy, will you take me to the mill, again?

Au contraire..." "What?" Constance demanded. Curtain blinked. ~ The Perilous Journey

She announced her age right away, for children consider their ages every bit as important as their names.

Children are capable of such open rudeness.

Good grief! They're going to call us inside soon, and Sticky hasn't even met Madge yet!" "Who's Madge?" Sticky asked. "Her Majesty the Queen!

In the candle's flickering light, the library's thousands of books emerged from the shadows, and for a moment Nicholas could not help admiring them again. During free time he had almost never looked up from the pages he was reading, but now he saw the books anew, from without rather than from within, and was reminded of how beautiful they were simply as objects. The geometrical wonder of them all, each book on its own and all the books together, row upon row, the infinite patterns and possibilities they presented. They were truly lovely.