Margot stood apart from them, from these children who could ever remember a time when there wasn't any rain.
Margot had stood alone. She was a very frial girl who looked as if she had been very lost in the rain for years and the rain had washed the blue out of her eyes and the red from her mouth and the yellow from her hair.
But she remembered and stood quietly apart from all of them
It's Like a penny. It's like a fire, in the stove.