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The description of the "touch-me-not cottage" with the "painfully cut grass." Why these images? Of the village we know only about the jail house and the gallows.As the road is personified, what is it avoiding by circling away and around the woods? What significant contrast in attitude is suggested by the polarity? The road avoids the woods. What kind of road? What is the polarity? The road is personified. A tree that is the hole? The tree is a way in or a way out? Out of what? "The Road to Treegap." "Treegap." Why does that have any meaning? Gap? A Way out? a way in? Something not there? A hole in the trees. What is a Ferris Wheel? How does this suggest the theme of the story? In what ways is the figure (image) of a Ferris Wheel significant in relation to the theme of the story?

The first week in August like the top of Ferris Wheel.

Obviously, there is an analogy between what the poem is talking about the what the book is talking about.

Here is the whole poem that Winnie thinks about, but she remembers only the first two lines.

I believe that children are far more perceptive and wise than American books give them credit for being. I write for children because I am interested in fantasy and the possibilities for experience of all kinds before the time of compromise. With encouragement from our editor at Farrar, Straus & Giroux, I continued producing children's books even after my husband became too busy to write the stories. In 1966, my husband and I collaborated on a children's book called The Forty-ninth Magician - he wrote it and I illustrated it. But it was years before I put any of this to good use. I learned three valuable things from observing my husband's and sister's forays into the writer's world: You have to give writing your full attention. My sister produced a comic novel, which required substantial rewriting. My husband took time out from his academic career to write a novel and discovered that he didn't enjoy the long, lonely hours that writing demanded. I spent the next ten years in Connecticut, Tennessee, and Washington, D.C., raising our children, Christopher, Tom, and Lucy. Right after graduation, I married Samuel Fisher Babbitt, an academic administrator. I studied art at Laurel School in Cleveland and at Smith College. I grew up wanting only to be an illustrator. She always made sure I had enough paper, paint, pencils, and encouragement. My mother, an amateur landscape and portrait painter, gave me art lessons. During my childhood, I spent most of my time drawing and reading fairy tales and myths.