The Elizabethan Age Might Be Better Named

I Sometimes Think, Mary, That It Is A Mistake To Have A Dog For A Nurse.

When The First Baby Laughed For The First Time, The Laugh Broke Into A Thousand Pieces And They All Went Skipping About, And That Was The Beginning Of Fairies.

And If He Forgets Them So Quickly," Wendy Argued, "how Can We Expect That He Will Go On Remembering Us?

The Fairies, As Their Custom, Clapped Their Hands With Delight Over Their Cleverness, And They Were So Madly In Love With The Little House That They Could Not Bear To Think They Had Finished It.

If He Thought At All, But I Don't Believe He Ever Thought, It Was That He And His Shadow, When Brought Near Each Other, Would Join Like Drops Of Water.