Betsy returned to her chair, took off her coat and hat, opened her book and forgot the world again.

Maud Hart Lovelace
Betsy returned to her chair, took off her coat and...
Betsy returned to her chair, took off her coat and...
Betsy returned to her chair, took off her coat and...
Betsy returned to her chair, took off her coat and...
About This Quote

We all have our moments when we lose track of time and everything else around us. A child can be lost in a book, a saint can enter a trance, and a writer can lose themselves in their words.

Source: Betsy And Tacy Go Downtown

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