Maud Hart Lovelace
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- It was June, and the world smelled of roses. The sunshine was like powdered gold over the grassy hillside.
- Betsy-Tacy and Tib (1941), p. 4
- 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.
- Betsy and Tacy Go Downtown (1943)