It Sometimes Happens That The Town Child

So Much Perfection Argues Rottenness Somewhere.

I Do So Hate Finishing Books. I Would Like To Go On With Them For Years.

The Shorter And The Plainer The Better.

The Place Is Changed Now, And Many Familiar Faces Are Gone, But The Greatest Change Is Myself. I Was A Child Then, I Had No Idea What The World Would Be Like. I Wished To Trust Myself On The Waters And The Sea. Everything Was Romantic In My Imagination. The Woods Were Peopled By The Mysterious Good Folk. The Lords And Ladies Of The Last Century Walked With Me Along The Overgrown Paths, And Picked The Old Fashioned Flowers Among The Box And Rose Hedges Of The Garden.

This Is A Fierce Bad Rabbit; Look At His Savage Whiskers, And His Claws And His Turned-up Tail.