It Is A Good Thing To Learn

Did You Ever See So Many Pee-wee Hats, Carl?" "they're Beanies." "they Call Them Pee-wees In Brooklyn." "but I'm Not In Brooklyn." "but You're Still A Brooklynite." "i Wouldn't Want That To Get Around, Annie." "you Don't Mean That, Carl." "ah, We Might As Well Call Them Beanies, Annie." "why?" "when In Rome Do As The Romans Do." "do They Call Them Beanies In Rome?" She Asked Artlessly. "this Is The Silliest Conversation.

And Always, There Was The Magic Of Learning Things.

The Library Was A Little Old Shaby Place. Francie Thought It Was Beautiful. The Feeling She Had About It Was As Good As The Feeling She Had About Church. She Pushed Open The Door And Went In. She Liked The Cmbined Smell Of Worn Leather Bindings, Library Past And Freshly Inked Stamping Pads Better Than She Liked The Smell Of Burning Incense At High Mass.

Well, There's A Little Bit Of Man In Every Woman And A Little Bit Of Woman In Every Man.

Books Became Her Friends, And There Was One For Every Mood.