Well, If I Can't Be Happy, I

Don't Try To Make Me Grow Up Before My Time.

She Preferred Imaginary Heroes To Real Ones, Because When Tired Of Them, The Former Could Be Shut Up In The Tin Kitchen Till Called For, And The Latter Were Less Manageable.

Some Stories Are So Familiar Its Like Going Home.

Some Books Are So Familiar That Reading Them Is Like Being Home Again.

A Child Her Wayward Pencil Drew On Margins Of Her Book; Garlands Of Flower, Dancing Elves, Bud, Butterfly, And Brook, Lessons Undone, And Plum Forgot, Seeking With Hand And Heart The Teacher Whom She Learned To Love Before She Knew T'was Art.