Two Is The Beginning Of The End.

The Secret Of Happiness Is Not In Doing What One Likes, But In Liking What One Does.

What A Polite Game Tennis Is. The Chief Word In It Seems To Be "sorry" And Admiration Of Each Other's Play Crosses The Net As Frequently As The Ball.

All The Boys Were Grown Up And Done For By This Time; So It Is Scarcely Worth While Saying Anything More About Them. You May See The Twins And Nibs And Curly Any Day Going To An Office, Each Carrying A Little Bag And An Umbrella. Michael Is An Engine Driver. Slightly Married A Lady Of Title, And So He Became A Lord. You See That Judge In A Wig Coming Out At The Iron Door? That Used To Be Tootles. The Bearded Man Who Doesn't Know Any Story To Tell His Children Was Once John.

She Was A Large Woman Who Seemed Not So Much Dressed As Upholstered.

You Must Have Been Warned Against Letting The Golden Hours Slip By; But Some Of Them Are Golden Only Because We Let Them Slip By.