"No, it isn't," agreed the Story Girl with a regretful sigh. "It's very expressive, but it isn't nice. That is the way with so many words. They're expressive, but they're not nice, and so a girl can't use them." page 113



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  1. EvinMay 8, 2012 at 1:01 PM

    This was one of my favorite books when I was a little girl. It's how I learned the story of where kissing came from :) Thanks for the fun reminder!!

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