Quotes By Author: Ann Rinaldi

“When a woman’s face is wrinkledAnd her hairs are sprinkled, With gray, Lackaday!Aside she’s cast, No one respect will pay;Remember, Lasses, remember.And while the sun shines make hay:You must not expect in December, The flowers you gathered in May.”

“You don’t trade in the devil you know for the one you don’t know.”