“He would sit singing, his cheeks turning red above his whiskers; but his voice always came out deep and steady, like the sound of long ago, if long ago could make a sound instead of being forever lost and silent.” — Ruth Moore Copy Share Image
“Grampie's boat was a little double-ender, a model not built nowadays. She was narrow, so that she pitched and rolled something wicked in almost… — Ruth Moore Copy Share Image
“He would sit singing, his cheeks turning red above his whiskers; but his voice always came out deep and steady, like the sound of… — Ruth Moore Copy Share Image
