The Man Who Is In Real Danger

A House Is Never Still In Darkness To Those Who Listen Intently; There Is A Whispering In Distant Chambers, An Unearthly Hand Presses The Snib Of The Window, The Latch Rises. Ghosts Were Created When The First Man Awoke In The Night.

Build A House?" Exclaimed John. "for The Wendy," Said Curly. "for Wendy?" John Said, Aghast. "why, She Is Only A Girl!" "that," Explained Curly, "is Why We Are Her Servants.

For Several Days After My First Book Was Published, I Carried It About In My Pocket And Took Surreptitious Peeps At It To Make Sure The Ink Had Not Faded.

I Do Believe In Fairies, I Do, I Do.

That Is Ever The Way. Tis All Jealousy To The Bride And Good Wishes To The Corpse.