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" That was when he’d smiled, and after all that seriousness, his smile was a revelation, like a rainbow after a storm, like spring after winter, like dawn after the darkest night. She stopped, opened her notebook, and wrote that down. His smile was a revelation, like a rainbow after a storm, like spring after winter, like dawn after the darkest night. She read it out loud as she wrote. "
― Jeanne Birdsall , The Penderwicks at Point Mouette (The Penderwicks, #3)
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" That had been two days earlier, and now the remaining Penderwicks—four sisters named Rosalind, Skye, Jane, and Batty—were about to tear apart even more. Early the next morning, three of them would leave for Maine with the sisters’ favorite relative, Aunt Claire, while the fourth headed to New Jersey with her best friend. The girls had never been apart for an entire two weeks, and though all of them were nervous about it, the one going off on her own was the most nervous. This was the oldest, thirteen-year-old Rosalind, and she was having a terrible time accepting that her sisters could survive without her. Right "
― Jeanne Birdsall , The Penderwicks at Point Mouette (The Penderwicks, #3)
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" No, it was much worse than that. One evening Skye walked into their portion of the screened porch and caught Jane dancing with the Popsicle stick, dancing and humming, and even murmuring to it. Skye heard only one word, which was, naturally, “Dominic.” “What are you doing?” she barked, horrified that a Penderwick would sink so low. Jane dropped the stick and casually covered it with her foot. “Nothing,” she said. “Just dancing.” “Dancing with—” Skye couldn’t bring herself to say it out loud. "
― Jeanne Birdsall , The Penderwicks at Point Mouette (The Penderwicks, #3)
