Don't mind her. She keeps her nose so high in the air, she's liable to drown in a good rainstorm.
She wasn't any bigger than a minute and had hair like wild gold, and she was always merry as a marriage bell.
A quilt circle's like a crazy quilt. You got all kinds in it. Some members are the big pieces of velvet or brocade, show-offish, while others are bitty scraps of used goods, hoping you don't notice them. But without each and every one, the quilt woul...
Stories were a living thing. They changed to suit the teller or the times.
