"It was June, and the world smelled of roses. The sunshine was like powdered gold over the grassy hillside."
"She thought of the library, so shining white and new; the rows and rows of unread books; the bliss of unhurried sojourns there and of going out to a restaurant, alone, to eat."
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Source: Betsy and Tacy Go Downtown. Book by Maud Hart Lovelace, 1943.
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