Forget Them, Wendy. Forget Them All. Come

You Won't Forget Me, Peter, Will You, Before Spring-cleaning Time Comes? Of Course Peter Promised, And Then He Flew Away. He Took Mrs. Darling's Kiss With Him. The Kiss That Had Been For No One Else Peter Took Quite Easily. Funny. But She Seemd Satisfied.

God Gave Us Memory So That We Might Have Roses In December.

Some Of My Plays Peter Out And Some Pan Out.

They Knew In What They Called Their Hearts That One Can Get On Quite Well Without A Mother, And That It Is Only The Mothers Who Think You Can't.

Yet If He Upbraided Her In His Hurry, It Was To Repent Bitterly His Temper The Next, And To Feel Its Effects More Than She, Temper Being A Weapon That We Hold By The Blade.