“If she can't spell, she shouldn't be a librarian.”

“If she can't spell, why is she a librarian? Librarians should know how to spell.”

“She's right, of course. My mother usually is. She's a librarian.”

“A woman should never learn to sew, and is she can she shouldn't admit to it”

“She was brilliant and joyous and she believed- probably correctly- that libraries contain the answers to all things, to everything, and that if you can't find the information you seek in the library, then such information probably doesn't exist in this or any parallel universe now or ever to be known. She was thoughtful and kind and she always believed the best of everybody. She was, above all else, a master librarian and she knew where to find any book on any subject in the shortest possible time. And she was wonderfully unhinged.”

“Dandy?" Sam was full-on scowling now. "What the hell does that scoundrel want?"Finley returned his dark expression with one of her own. "You shouldn't use words you can't spell, mutton head.”