Postscript: H - Bring warm clothes and a cat

“The wren and the nightingale sound nothing alike, but think how dull the world …”

“no matter how big his smile or how loud his laugh, you could hear the hurt unde…”

“Hattie.' Grace patted my arm. 'My cows sing better than you do.”

“Sir if I was your daughter I would wait until this train started again and thro…”