Thank Goodness My Education Was Neglected.

Peter Lost One Of His Shoes Among The Cabbages, And The Other Shoe Amongst The Potatoes.

I Hold An Old-fashioned Notion That A Happy Marriage Is The Crown Of A Woman’s Life.

Thank God I Have The Seeing Eye, That Is To Say, As I Lie In Bed I Can Walk Step By Step On The Fells And Rough Land Seeing Every Stone And Flower And Patch Of Bog And Cotton Pass Where My Old Legs Will Never Take Me Again.

For Quiet, Solitary And Observant Children Create Their Own World And Live In It, Nourishing Their Imaginations On The Material At Hand.

I Am Worn To A Raveling.