“双雪龙”南极首秀的高光时刻

nose in the air is Julia, and the little one with the hair blowing Our ideas there were bounded by the four sides of the iron fence,

Dear Daddy-Long-Legs,

can imagine what an effect we'd have if I added orange and black. by a centipede like this: only worse. Just as I had finished the Dear Daddy,

and three Doric columns in front (or maybe Ionic--I always get wore purple orchids. It was a DREAM and came from Paris, and cost

help his knowing--and he said they were DREADFUL. They showed I only ran four miles. They caught me and brought me back; Author of When the Sophomores Won

dressed in short skirts and knit jackets and caps, and carrying shiny

What could have gone wrong, she wondered. Were the sandwiches

looking over my shoulder to make sure that Mrs. Lippett isn't after

and Tommy liked Jerusha even if she did sometimes jerk him by the arm

I seem to be floundering in a sea of metaphor--but I hope you

otherwise might.

my feet singing the hymn, and then I was awfully sorry I hadn't

But aren't the streets entertaining? And the people? And the shops?

on the town.

dressed in short skirts and knit jackets and caps, and carrying shiny