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Tuck everlasting quote12/4/2023 ![]() ![]() “I never thought we’d come to the place where we’d be scaring children,” he said. “I was too scared to do anything ,” said Winnie honestly. “He knows you?” said Mae, her frown deepening. She had forgotten, too, about the man in the yellow suit, and now, thinking of him, she felt a surge of relief. There was a man on the road, just outside Treegap. Well, now, wait a bit-yes, they did, come to think of it. “You worried, Tuck? What’s got you? No one saw us on the way up. Seems to me like time’s the only thing we got a lot of.”īut Mae frowned. Jesse laughed at this, and ran a hand roughly through his curls. I got a feeling there ain’t a whole lot of time.” There’s a good deal to be said and I think we better hurry up and say it. I found her first, didn’t I, Winnie Foster? Listen, I’ll show you where the frogs are, and…” ![]() I’ll take you out for a row after supper.” Tuck, now, he’s got a few other ideas, but I expect he’ll tell you.” Things just are, and fussing don’t bring changes. Still-there’s no use trying to figure why things fall the way they do. And, likewise, I don’t see how we deserve to be cursed, if it’s a curse. We don’t deserve no blessings-if it is a blessing. And then sometimes it comes over me and I wonder why it happened to us. Sometimes I forget about what’s happened to us, forget it altogether. We just go along, like everybody else, one day at a time. “Life’s got to be lived, no matter how long or short,” she said calmly. One way or another, it all works out.” She folded her arms and nodded, more to herself than to Winnie. But they come home whenever the spirit moves, and every ten years, first week of August, they meet at the spring and come home together so’s we can be a family again for a little while. They’re some different, don’t always get on too good. The boys, now, they go their separate ways. “Tuck and me, we got each other,” she said, “and that’s a lot. “If you’d…yelled or anything”-this was Jesse-“someone might’ve heard you and…that’s too risky.”Īnd Miles said, “We’ll explain it…soon as we’re far enough away." “Please, child…dear, dear child…don’t you be scared.” This was Mae, trying to run and call back over her shoulder at the same time. But, instead, it was they, Mae Tuck and Miles and Jesse, who were pleading. She had always pictured a troupe of burly men with long black moustaches who would tumble her into a blanket and bear her off like a sack of potatoes while she pleaded for mercy. ![]() But none of her visions had been like this, with her kidnappers just as alarmed as she was herself. Winnie had often been haunted by visions of what it would be like to be kidnapped. First she was kneeling on the ground, insisting on a drink from the spring, and the next thing she knew, she was seized and swung through the air, open-mouthed, and found herself straddling the bouncing back of the fat old horse, with Miles and Jesse trotting along on either side, while Mae ran puffing ahead, dragging on the bridle. “Afterward, when she thought about it, it seemed to Winnie that the next few minutes were only a blur. She merely told herself consolingly, “Of course, while I’m in the wood, if I decide never to come back, well then, that will be that.” She was able to believe in this because she needed to and, believing, was her own true, promising friend once more.” She did not allow herself to consider the idea that making a difference in the world might require a bolder venture. To see if she could discover what had really made the music the night before. Well, anyway, she could at least slip out, right now, she decided, and go into the wood. What if the toad should be out by the fence again today? What if he should laugh at her secretly and think she was a coward? And when she remembered the toad, she felt even more disheartened. Still, it was galling, this having to admit she was afraid. Her own imagination supplied the horrors. No one ever said precisely what it was that she would not be able to manage. And she would not be able to manage without protection. ![]() The characters in the stories she read always seemed to go off without a thought or care, but in real life-well, the world was a dangerous place. It was one thing to talk about being by yourself, doing important things, but quite another when the opportunity arose. “There’s nowhere else I really want to be.” But in another part of her head, the dark part where her oldest fears were housed, she knew there was another sort of reason for staying at home: she was afraid to go away alone. “Where would I go, anyway?” she asked herself. But she realized that sometime during the night she had made up her mind: she would not run away today. The sun was only just opening its own eye on the eastern horizon and the cottage was full of silence. ![]()
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