I Think People Make Their Own Faces,

I'm Good At Exploring Roofs. You Never Know When That Kind Of Thing Comes In Useful.

It Wasn't A Bit Of Good Fighting Grown-ups. They Could Do Exactly As They Liked.

Here Mr Potts Come Here You Little Idiot!

Oh, I Wish I Lived In A Caravan!’ Said Jimmy Longingly. ‘how Lovely It Must Be To Live In A House That Has Wheels And Can Go Away Down The Lanes And Through The Towns, And Stand Still In Fields At Night!

The Little Island Seemed To Float On The Dark Lake-waters. Trees Grew On It, And A Little Hill Rose In The Middle Of It. It Was A Mysterious Island, Lonely And Beautiful. All The Children Stood And Gazed At It, Loving It And Longing To Go To It. It Looked So Secret - Almost Magic.