Soup Of The Evening, Beautiful Soup!

Come, My Child," I Said, Trying To Lead Her Away. "wish Good-bye To The Poor Hare, And Come And Look For Blackberries." "good-bye, Poor Hare!" Sylvie Obediently Repeated, Looking Over Her Shoulder At It As We Turned Away. And Then, All In A Moment, Her Self-command Gave Way. Pulling Her Hand Out Of Mine, She Ran Back To Where The Dead Hare Was Lying, And Flung Herself Down At Its Side In Such An Agony Of Grief As I Could Hardly Have Believed Possible In So Young A Child. "oh, My Darling, My Darling!" She Moaned, Over And Over Again. "and God Meant Your Life To Be So Beautiful!

Curtsey While You're Thinking What To Say. It Saves Time.

But It's No Use Now," Thought Poor Alice, "to Pretend To Be Two People! Why, There's Ahrdly Enough Of Me Left To Make One Respectable Person!

It's A Poor Sort Of Memory That Only Works Backwards.

And How Many Hours A Day Did You Do Lessons?' Said Alice, In A Hurry To Change The Subject. Ten Hours The First Day,' Said The Mock Turtle: 'nine The Next, And So On.' What A Curious Plan!' Exclaimed Alice. That's The Reason They're Called Lessons,' The Gryphon Remarked: 'because They Lessen From Day To Day.