I suppose everybody has these softheaded spells, when they think it would be fun to live in a small town. They pass quickly, of course. - Robertson Davies

We come to God in little steps, not in a leap.

But when mother died, Caroline was twelve, and in that queer time between childhood and nubile girlhood, when some girls seem to be wise without experience, and perhaps more clear-headed then they will be again until after their menopause.

Conversations and jokes together, mutual rendering of good services, the reading together of sweetly phrased books, the sharing of nonsense and mutual attentions.