Rose Wilder Lane,
Diverging roads
“ And unaccountably she found herself dancing, felt the rhythm beat through blood and nerves, and stiffness and awkwardness drop away from her. She felt like a butterfly bursting from a chrysalis, like a bird singing in the dawn. She was so happy that Mr. Kennedy laughed at the ecstacy in her face."You look like a kid in a candy-shop," he said, swinging her past a jam with a long, breathless swooping glide and picking up the step again. ”
