I Don't Want To Write For Adults.

At Least, Not In This Country,' She Added After A Moment's Thought. 'in China It's A Little Different. Once I Saw A Chinaman In Shanghai. His Ears Were So Big He Could Use Them For A Raincoat. When It Rained, He Just Crept In Under His Ears And Was Warm And Snug As Could Be. Not That The Ears Had Such A Rattling Good Time Of It, You Understand. If It Was Specially Bad Weather, He'd Invite Friends And Acquaintances To Pitch Camp Under His Ears Too. There They Sat, Singing Their Sorrowful Songs While It Poured Down Outside.

What The World Of Tomorrow Will Be Like Is Greatly Dependent On The Power Of Imagination In Those Who Are Learning To Read Today.

Well, Well, So You Aren't Going To Be A Maidservant This Time?" Said Pippi, Stroking His Back. "oh, That Was A Lie, That's True," She Continued. "but Still, If It's True, How Can It Be A Lie?" She Argued. "you Wait And See, It's Going To Turn Out He Was A Maidservant In Arabie After All, And If That's The Case, I Know Who's Making The Meatballs At Our House Hereafter!

If I Have Brightened Up One Single Sad Childhood, Then I Have At Least Accomplished Something In My Life.

If I Have Managed To Brighten Up Even One Gloomy Childhood – Then I’m Satisfied.