Number the Stars
"I'll race you to the corner, Ellen!" Annemarie adjusted the thick leather pack on her back so that her schoolbooks balanced evenly. "Ready?" She looked at her best friend. (1.1)
Then Annemarie thought of something else. "If they can't sell their buttons, how will they earn a living?"
"Friends will take care of them," Mama said gently. "That's what friends do." (3.43-44)
"Well," Annemarie said slowly, "now I think that all of Denmark must be bodyguard for the Jews, as well." (4.53)