“Betsy was so full of joy that she had to be alone. She went upstairs to
her bedroom and sat down on Uncle Keith's trunk. Behind Tacy's house
the sun had set. A wind had sprung up and the trees, their color dimmed,
moved under a brooding sky. All the stories she had told Tacy and Tib
seemed to be dancing in those trees, along with all the stories she
planned to write some day and all the stories she would read at the
library. Good stories. Great stories." --
Maud Hart Lovelace,
Betsy and Tacy Go Downtown
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