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“It was still raw and cold, but every now and then there would be a day, or an hour, or a moment, when the sun came out, and there was something different in the air: a sort of glimpsed fragrance, like when the kitchen door is opened for a second while the birthday cake is being baked. It was a smell of promise. The little brook bellowed hoarsely; there was a swelling at the joints of the twigs, and the first skunk cabbages appeared, brown cowls beside the brook. And at night, tinkling, jingling, gurgling, with high silvery notes, came the voices of the peepers. The dark was spangled with their voices.”

Quote by Elizabeth Enright

Work

The Four-Story Mistake

In this novel, the protagonist navigates a world where the four stories of a building are not as they seem, leading to a profound examination of reality and self. more

Author

Elizabeth Enright
Elizabeth Enright

Elizabeth Enright was an American children's literature writer, born on September 17, 1909, and died on June 8, 1968. Her works are known for their rich imagination and profound insight into the psychology of children, making significant contributions to the field of children's literature. more

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