I Do So Hate Finishing Books. I

Then Mrs. Tiggy-winkle Made Tea - A Cup For Herself And A Cup For Lucie. They Sat Before The Fire On A Bench And Looked Sideways At One Another. Mrs. Tiggy-winkle's Hand, Holding The Tea-cup, Was Very Very Brown, And Very Very Wrinkly With The Soap-suds; And All Through Her Gown And Her Cap, There Were Hairpins Sticking Wrong End Out; So That Lucie Didn't Like To Sit Too Near Her.

Sunday, January 27, 1884. -- There Was Another Story In The Paper A Week Or So Since. A Gentleman Had A Favourite Cat Whom He Taught To Sit At The Dinner Table Where It Behaved Very Well. He Was In The Habit Of Putting Any Scraps He Left Onto The Cat's Plate. One Day Puss Did Not Take His Place Punctually, But Presently Appeared With Two Mice, One Of Which It Placed On Its Master's Plate, The Other On Its Own.

There Is Something Delicious About Writing The First Words Of A Story. You Never Quite Know Where They'll Take You.

I Fear That We Shall Be Obliged To Leave This Pudding

With Opportunity The World Is Very Interesting.