I Want An Oompa-loompa!' Screamed Veruca.

To Shipbrokers, Coal Was Black Gold.

You Seemed So Far Away," Miss Honey Whispered, Awestruck. "oh, I Was. I Was Flying Past The Stars On Silver Wings," Matilda Said. "it Was Wonderful.

I Regard Each Sentence As A Little Wheel... Now And Again I Try To Put A Really Big One Next To A Very Small One In Such A Way That The Big One, Turning Slowly, Will Make The Small One Spin So Fast That It Hums. Very Tricky, That.

Watch With Glittering Eyes The Whole World Around You.

There Is Something About Very Cold Weather That Gives One An Enormous Appetite. Most Of Us Find Ourselves Beginning To Crave Rich Steaming Stews And Hot Apple Pies And All Kinds Of Delicious Warming Dishes; And Because We Are All A Great Deal Luckier Than We Realize, We Usually Get What We Want—or Near Enough.