At First People Refuse To Believe That

Nothing In The World Is Quite As Adorably Lovely As A Robin When He Shows Off And They Are Nearly Always Doing It.

People Never Like Me And I Never Like People

Listen To Th' Wind Wutherin' Round The House," She Said. "you Could Bare Stand Up On The Moor If You Was Out On It Tonight." Mary Did Not Know What "wutherin'" Meant Until She Listened, And Then She Understood. It Must Mean That Hollow Shuddering Sort Of Roar Which Rushed Round And Round The House, As If The Giant No One Could See Were Buffeting It And Beating At The Walls And Windows To Try To Break In. But One Knew He Could Not Get In, And Somehow It Made One Feel Very Safe And Warm Inside A Room With A Red Coal Fire.

Two Things Cannot Be In One Place. Where You Tend A Rose, My Lad, A Thistle Cannot Grow.

The Truth Is That When One Is Still A Child-or Even If One Is Grown Up- And Has Been Well Fed, And Has Slept Long And Softly And Warm; When One Has Gone To Sleep In The Midst Of A Fairy Story, And Has Wakened To Find It Real, One Cannot Be Unhappy Or Even Look As If One Were; And One Could Not, If One Tried, Keep A Glow Of Joy Out Of One's Eyes.