I'm Good At Exploring Roofs. You Never

I Am Not Really Much Interested In Talking To Adults, Although I Suppose Practically Every Mother In The Kingdom Knows My Name And My Books. It's Their Children I Love.

Here Mr Potts Come Here You Little Idiot!

I Wonder Where You Got That Idea From? I Mean, The Idea That It's Feeble To Change Your Mind Once It's Made Up. That's A Wrong Idea, You Know. Make Up Your Mind About Things, By All Means - But If Something Happens To Show That You Are Wrong, Then It Is Feeble Not To Change Your Mind, Elizabeth. Only The Strongest People Have The Pluck To Change Their Minds, And Say So, If They See They Have Been Wrong In Their Ideas.

Writing For Children Is An Art In Itself, And A Most Interesting One.

They Lay On Their Heathery Beds And Listened To All The Sounds Of The Night. They Heard The Little Grunt Of A Hedgehog Going By. They Saw The Flicker Of Bats Overhead. They Smelt The Drifting Scent Of Honeysuckle, And The Delicious Smell Of Wild Thyme Crushed Under Their Bodies. A Reed-warbler Sang A Beautiful Little Song In The Reeds Below, And Then Another Answered.