When I Make Up My Mind To

There Are Many Worse Friends Than The Soft, Silent, Furry, Cat-folk.

I'm Afraid Of Those Cows,' Protested Poor Dora, Seeing A Prospect Of Escape. 'the Very Idea Of Your Being Scared Of Those Cows,' Scoffed Davy. 'why, They're Both Younger Than You.

The World Looks Like Something God Had Just Imaged For His Own Pleasure, Doesn't It?

That's One Splendid Thing About Such Affairs — It's So Lovely To Look Back To Them.

Listen To The Trees Talking In Their Sleep,' She Whispered, As He Lifted Her To The Ground. 'what Nice Dreams They Must Have!