Heaven For Climate, Hell For Company.

When A New Baby Laughs For The First Time A New Fairy Is Born, And As There Are Always New Babies There Are Always New Fairies.

He Looked At Her Uncomfortably; Blinking, You Know, Like One Not Sure Whether He Was Awake Or Asleep.

When Ladies Used To Come To Me In Dreams, I Said, 'pretty Mother, Pretty Mother.' But When At Last She Really Came, I Shot Her.

Two Is The Beginning Of The End.

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.