The rhythm of the ride carried them on and on, and she knew that the horse was as eager as she, as much in love with the speed and air and freedom. — Georgess McHargue Copy Share Image
The rhythm of the ride carried them on and on, and she knew that the horse was as eager as she, as much in… — Georgess McHargue Copy Share Image
“The stove, she knew, wished it were a volcano, the humble teaspoons wished they were steamshovels, and the sink wished it were a well… — Georgess McHargue Copy Share Image
