"It was beauty she wanted, she supposed, though that was a high sounding word.
A queer mixture of things, space and privacy,
the feeling of breathless delight she had when she watched the moon flowers open
or looked at the college chapel
or saw waves breaking in lace-edged scallops against a beach.
Lida Larrimore in Stars Still Shine (1940)
[Just a little something pretty to show you while I gather my blogging thoughts about me for the week ahead and a snippet of pretty prose from an author I loved when I was a young girl--after I graduated from Trixie Belden! The dinner plates and butter pats are Spode's Billingsley Rose, the egg cup is Spode's Mayflower.]