I don’t want your candor. I want your soul in a silver thimble.

It’s a simple thing to offer encouragement, but it can have a tremendous effect on someone’s life.

He surprised me by his familiarity with details of movements and battles which I did not suppose had come to his knowledge. As he kept me talking for over half an hour, I flattered myself that what I had to say interested him.

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.

Written By Beverly Cleary

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