Harriet the Spy

by Louise Fitzhugh

“Sport, what are you going to be when you grow up?” “You know what. You know I’m going to be a ball player.” “Well, I’m going to be a writer. And when I say that’s a mountain, that’s a mountain.”

“This the lil Welsch baby? That her brother?” Sport giggled. “No, it’s my husband,” Harriet shouted. Ole Golly turned a grim face. “Don’t be snarky, Harriet, and don’t think you’re such a wit either.”

OLE GOLLY SAYS DESCRIPTION IS GOOD FOR THE SOUL AND CLEARS THE BRAIN LIKE A LAXATIVE. THAT SHOULD TAKE CARE OF MISS WHITEHEAD.

OLE GOLLY SAYS THERE IS AS MANY WAYS TO LIVE AS THERE ARE PEOPLE ON THE EARTH AND I SHOULDN’T GO ROUND WITH BLINDERS BUT SHOULD SEE EVERY WAY I CAN. THEN I’LL KNOW WHAT WAY I WANT TO LIVE AND NOT JUST LIVE LIKE MY FAMILY.

“Doesn’t he care what he eats?” “Writers don’t care what they eat. They just care what you think of them.

LIFE IS A GREAT MYSTERY. IS EVERYBODY A DIFFERENT PERSON WHEN THEY ARE WITH SOMEBODY ELSE?

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