“Their hands, swinging, touched lightly now and then; their nearness was as natural as the June day.”
“To see her is a picture—To hear her is a tune—To know her an IntemperanceAs innocent as June—To know her not—Affliction—To own her for a FriendA warmth as near as if the SunWere shining in your Hand.”
“June Star said her hair was naturally curly.”
“The pendulum swings between Light and Darkness”
“Green was the silence, wet was the light,the month of June trembled like a butterfly.”
“Tessa touched his wrist lightly with her hand. "Be brave," she said. "It's not a duck, is it?”