So Much Perfection Argues Rottenness Somewhere.

I Have Just Made Stories To Please Myself, Because I Never Grew Up.

I Am Worn To A Raveling.

I Think If She Lived In A Little Shoe-house That Little Old Woman Was Surely A Mouse!

Once Upon A Time There Were Four Little Rabbits, And Their Names Were--flopsy, Mopsy, Cottontail, And Peter.

I Cannot Rest, I Must Draw, However Poor The Result, And When I Have A Bad Time Come Over Me It Is A Stronger Desire Than Ever.