What a delightful book in structure, writing, and thinking. I want a sequel, Jacqueline Kelly! I need to know if Calpurnia achieved her dreams.
They [the dogs] got up long enough to slurp at the water trough and then flopped down again, raising puffs of dust in their shallow hollows.
Then a hummingbird careened around the corner of the house and plunged into the trumpet of the nearest lily drooping in the heat.
We heard the piano start up in the parlor, a limpid, haunting melody; Harry had been pressed into playing for our visitors.
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