She shouldn't have worried. It had been an unusually busy day. A busy and unusual day. So she let in the great quiet of the museum next to the warm quiet of her brother and allowed the soft stillness to settle around them; a comforter of quiet. The silence seeped from their heads to their soles and into their souls. they stretched out and relaxed. Instead of oxygen and stress, Claudia thought now of hushed and quiet words: glide, fur, banana, peace. Even the footsteps of the night watchman added only an accented quarter-note to the silence that had become a hum, a lullaby.
"From the Mixed-up Files of Mrs. Basil E. Frankweiler"
by E.L. Konigsburg