She Was A Little Startled By Seeing

Anon, To Sudden Silence Won, In Fancy They Pursue The Dream-child Moving Through The Land Of Wonders Wild And New, In Friendly Chat With Bird Or Beast - And Half Believe It True.

All In The Golden Afternoon Full Leisurely We Glide; For Both Our Oars, With Little Skill, By Little Arms Are Plied, While Little Hands Make Vain Pretence Our Wanderings To Guide.

I'm Doubtful About The Temper Of Your Flamingo. Shall I Try The Experiment?

You Used To Be Much More..."muchier." You've Lost Your Muchness.

When I Used To Read Fairy-tales, I Fancied That Kind Of Thing Never Happened, And Now Here I Am In The Middle Of One!