Betsy was so full of joy that she had to be alone. She went upstairs to her bedroom and sat down on Uncle Keith's trunk. Behind Tacy's house the sun had set. A wind had sprung up and the trees, their color dimmed, moved under a brooding sky. All the stories she had told Tacy and Tib seemed to be dancing in those trees, along with all the stories she planned to write some day and all the stories she would read at the library. Good stories. Great stories. The classics. Not Rena's novels. Maud Hart Lovelace
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Being full of joy is expressing or feeling content, happiness to the highest degree you can feel. She was so full of joy that she had to be alone. b) The idea is that you can be filled with happiness and still be able to feel somewhat alone.

Source: Betsy And Tacy Go Downtown

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