Astonishing Splashes Of Colour

When She Expressed A Doubtful Hope That Tinker Bell Would Be Glad To See Her, He Said, ‘who Is Tinker Bell?’ ‘o Peter,’ She Said, Shocked; But Even When She Explained He Could Not Remember. ‘there Are Such A Lot Of Them,’ He Said. ‘i Expect She Is No More.’ I Expect He Was Right, For Fairies Don’t Live Long, But They Are So Little That A Short Time Seems A Good While To Them.

She Was A Lovely Lady, With A Romantic Mind And Such A Sweet Mocking Mouth. Her Romantic Mind Was Like The Tiny Boxes, One Within The Other, That Come From The Puzzling East, However Many You Discover There Is Always One More; And Her Sweet Mocking Mouth Had One Kiss On It That Wendy Could Never Get, Though There It Was, Perfectly Conspicuous In The Right-hand Corner.

...it Was Like An Examination Paper That Asks Grammar, When What You Want To Be Asked Is Kings Of England.

They Have Long Lost Count Of The Days, But Always If They Want To Do Anything Special They Say This Is Saturday Night, And Then They Do It.

Every Man Who Is High Up Likes To Think He Has Done It All Himself; And The Wife Smiles, And Lets It Go At That. It's Our Only Joke. Every Woman Knows That.