Quote by: Elizabeth Enright

All over the city lights were coming on in the purple-blue dusk. The street lights looked delicate and frail, as though they might suddenly float away from their lampposts like balloons. Long twirling ribbons of light, red, green, violet, were festooned about the doorways of drugstores and restaurants--and the famous electric signs of Broadway had come to life with glittering fish, dancing figures, and leaping fountains, all flashing like fire. Everything was beautiful. Up in the deepening sky above the city the first stars appeared white and rare as diamonds.


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Author Bio


  • NameElizabeth Enright
  • Descriptionchildren's literature writer, illustrator,
  • BornSeptember 17, 1909
  • DiedJune 8, 1968
  • ProfessionWriter
  • WorksThimble Summer; Gone-Away Lake