" In the little yellow cottage which had once been the Ray house, lights were shining. It could almost have been home still. Betsy and Tacy could almost have been children again. “I wish I still lived there,” said Betsy, hugging Tacy, partly from love and partly from cold. “It’s such trouble to grow up. "

― Maud Hart Lovelace , Heaven to Betsy / Betsy in Spite of Herself (Betsy-Tacy #5-6)