Margaret Wise Brown 1954
pictures by Garth Williams
I read this to Charlotte while settling her down for her nap yesterday afternoon. Our bedroom was warm with the sun glinting in the window, but we drew the shades and had the fan blowing across the bed. Propped up on pillows with Charlotte’s fluffy hair snuggling my cheek and the slow repetition of the words, it was all I could do to stay awake myself.