With A Sort Of Mental Squint.

No Ghost Of Any Common Sense Begins A Conversation

Well That Was The Silliest Tea Party I Ever Went To! I Am Never Going Back There Again!

The Rule Is, Jam Tomorrow And Jam Yesterday - But Never Jam Today.

Do You Hear The Snow Against The Windowpanes, Kitty? How Nice And Soft It Sounds! Just As If Some One Was Kissing The Window All Over Outside. I Wonder If The Snow Loves The Trees And Fields, That It Kisses Them So Gently? And Then It Covers Them Up Snug, You Know, With A White Quilt; And Perhaps It Says, 'go To Sleep, Darlings, Till The Summer Comes Again.' And When They Wake Up In The Summer, Kitty, They Dress Themselves All In Green, And Dance About - Whenever The Wind Blows.

It's A Large As Life And Twice As Natural