Frances Hodgson Burnett
- A Little Princess
What would have happened if she had not hidden it just then, and if she had chanced to look up at the skylight at the wrong moment, I do not know - perhaps the end of this chapter might have been quite different - because if she had glanced at the skylight she would certainly have been startled by what she would have seen. She would have seen exactly the same face pressed against the glass and peering in at her as it had peered in earlier in the evening when she had been talking to Ermengarde.
Alison Croggon
- The Gift
One is the singer, hidden from sunlight. Two is the seeker, fleeing from shadows. Three is the journey, taken in danger. Four are the riddles, answered in treesong. Earth, fire, water, air, spells you OUT!
Susan Coolidge
- What Katy Did
I was sitting in the meadows one day, not long ago, at a place where there is a small brook. It was a hot day. The sky was very blue, and white clouds, like great swans, went floating over it to and fro. Just opposite me there was a clump of green rushes, with dark velvety spikes, and among them one single tall, red cardinal flower, which was bending over the brook as if to see its own beautiful face in the water. But the cardinal did not seem to be vain.
