Charlotte's Web

by E.B. White

“When I’m out here,” he said, “there’s no place to go but in. When I’m indoors, there’s no place to go but out in the yard.”

In the fields, around the house, in the barn, in the woods, in the swamp—everywhere love and songs and nests and eggs.

“What do people catch in the Queensborough Bridge—bugs?” asked Wilbur. “No,” said Charlotte. “They don’t catch anything. They just keep trotting back and forth across the bridge thinking there is something better on the other side.

Children almost always hang onto things tighter than their parents think they will.

“What does ‘versatile’ mean—full of eggs?”