Oh, The Cleverness Of Me!

It Was Dreadful The Way All The Three Were Looking At Him, Just As If They Did Not Admire Him.

Years Rolled On Again, And Wendy Had A Daughter. This Ought Not To Be Written In Ink But In A Golden Splash.

Just Always Be Waiting For Me.

The Useless Men Are Those Who Never Change With The Years.

She Adored All Beautiful Things In Their Every Curve And Fragrance, So That They Became Part Of Her. Day By Day, She Gathered Beauty; Had She Had No Heart (she Who Was The Bosom Of Womanhood) Her Thoughts Would Still Have Been As Lilies, Because The Good Is The Beautiful.