"She remembered that dress...how the collar itched...remembered the fabric; it was summer fabric; the wind blew through it...remembered how those braids swung like red silk against her cheeks." Chapter 1, pg. 11

"A woman was next to her...long, straight hair cascading down the woman's back, so pretty Janie had to touch it. The woman kept her hand in the air behind Janie's back so she wouldn't tip off the spinning stool...Jane was little - the woman hugged her - swung her around as the stool had swung...her dress, white with tiny dark dots, blew in the air..." Chapter 2, pg. 22

"Apron. It was white; heavy; almost as heavy as canvas; it had a bib; her mother kept little hard candies in one pocket and Janie could stretch up and reach her baby hand into the pocket to take out one candy. With a cellophane wrapper...