Sisters are always drying their hair. Locked into rooms, alone, they pose at the mirror, shoulders bare, trying this way and that their hair, or fly importunate down the stair to answer the telephone. - Phyllis McGinley 1 Share Now -
Please to put a nickel, please to put a dime. How petitions trickle in at Christmas time! - Phyllis McGinley 2 Share Now -
Of one thing I am certain, the body is not the measure of healing, peace is the measure. - Phyllis McGinley 3 Share Now -
