"During my sixty days, I whispered every name my sisters suggested into your little ear. Every name I had ever heard, and even some I invented myself. But when I said 'Dinah,' you let the nipple fall from your mouth and looked up at me. So you are Dinah, my last- born. My daughter. My memory." My Mothers' Stories, Chap. 3, p. 69
"Dinah is not the heir, either. I see now that there will be none. Mamre will be forgotten. The tent will not stand after me." My Story, Chap. 5, p. 166
"He said nothing of you. Dinah is forgotten in the house of David." Egypt, Chap. 5, p. 312
"You must live by a river someday, Dinah. Only by a river will you be happy." My Story, Chap. 3, p. 112
"In the red tent, the truth.....
