Make a wish," said Indigo. Rose made a wish and then asked, "Why?" "That's what I always do. Wish on the moving ones." "Does it matter how fast they move?" "I don't think so." "Can you wish on airplanes, too?"… — Hilary McKay Copy Share Image
The house had a name. The Banana House. It was carved onto a piece of sandstone above the front door. It made no sense to anyone. — Hilary McKay Copy Share Image
“Darling Daddy, This is Rose. Very good news. Caddy is going to marry Micheal. In case you have forgotten because you have not been… — Hilary McKay Copy Share Image
“I love people who play guitars on roofs!" said Rose, hopping along the pavement in one of her sudden happy moods. "Don't you?" "Never… — Hilary McKay Copy Share Image
“There are all sorts of families," Tom's grandmother had remarked, and over the following few weeks Tom became part of the Casson family, as… — Hilary McKay Copy Share Image
“You can't be disgusting to people just because they annoy you!" she exclaimed very crossly. "Thousands of people annoy me! Millions of people annoy… — Hilary McKay Copy Share Image
Darling Daddy, This is Rose. The shed needs new wires now it has blown up. Caddy is bringing home rock-bottom boyfriends to see if… — Hilary McKay Copy Share Image
“Oh, Micheal darling!" "Don't call me darling, I'm a driving instructor!” — Hilary McKay Copy Share Image
How can I give you nothing? Do you seriously expect me to buy nothing, wrap up nothing, stick a gift tag on nothing, send… — Hilary McKay Copy Share Image
“He's an artist in London. We don't see him much." Tom gave him one of his quick, considering glances and asked, "Doesn't he live… — Hilary McKay Copy Share Image
“Darling Daddy, This is Rose. Saffy says everyone says it is Indigo's fault that their Head has two black eyes and a swelled-up nose.… — Hilary McKay Copy Share Image
“Rose's work of art took her all day, including two playtimes, story time, and most of lunch. At the end of school it was… — Hilary McKay Copy Share Image
“Her mood was suddenly in free fall, a state she knew all too well. A heaviness inside. A hollow loneliness. A need to either… — Hilary McKay Copy Share Image
