She Means Well, But She

The Humiliation That Jane Had Felt Turned To Something Else--grief Perhaps, Or Regret. Regret That She Had Not Known How To Act With A Boy, Regret That She Had Not Been Wiser.

I Write In Longhand On Yellow Legal Pads.

I Don't Think Children's Inner Feelings Have Changed. They Still Want A Mother And Father In The Very Same House; They Want Places To Play.

Quite Often Somebody Will Say, What Year Do Your Books Take Place? And The Only Answer I Can Give Is, In Childhood.

When I Was In The First Grade I Was Afraid Of The Teacher And Had A Miserable Time In The Reading Circle, A Difficulty That Was Overcome By The Loving Patience Of My Second Grade Teacher. Even Though I Could Read, I Refused To Do So.