Number the Stars
Ellen's hands flew to her neck. Desperately she began trying to unhook the tiny clasp. Outside the bedroom door, the harsh voices and heavy footsteps continued.
"I can't get it open!" Ellen said frantically. "I never take it off—I can't even remember how to open it!" (5.42-43)
Annemarie's heart sank and she looked at her mother. Mama's eyes were frightened. "Shhh, Kirsti," Mama said. "Don't chatter so." (6.46)
Suddenly, here in this sunlit kitchen, with cream in a pitcher and a bird in the apple tree beside the door […] suddenly the specter of guns and grim-faced soldiers seemed nothing more than a ghost story, a joke with which to frighten children in the dark. (8.13)