"It was June, and the world smelled of roses. The sunshine was like powdered gold over the grassy hillside."
"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."
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Source: Maud Hart Lovelace (2011). “Betsy-Tacy and Tib”, p.11, Harper Collins
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