…“You must not mind my asking you questions, for you may ask me the same questions, every one of them, and any others that you like. How old are you?”
“Ten,” answered Tangle.
“You don’t look like it,” said the
…like a wave of unreasonable happiness, and tore eastward across England, trailing with it the frosty scent of forests and the cold intoxication of the sea. …
I am in limbo. Hovering, or perhaps falling, in an empty space I didn’t even know existed in the realm of “becoming mother.” …
Oh dear, I haven’t been nearly as good at keeping up on my sewing lately as I should. And I haven’t even been good about sharing the things I have done with you. …