You're Hard To Please: So Many Friends

Worthless As Wither'd Weeds.

Cathy, This Lamb Of Yours Threatens Like A Bull!' He Said. 'it Is In Danger Of Splitting Its Skull Against My Knuckles. By God! Mr. Linton, I'm Mortally Sorry That You Are Not Worth Knocking Down!

They Forgot Everything The Minute They Were Together Again.

Wondered How Anyone Could Ever Imagine Unquiet Slumbers, For The Sleepers In That Quiet Earth.

Wish And Learn To Smooth Away The Surly Wrinkles, To Raise Your Lids Frankly, And Change The Fiends To Confident, Innocent Angels, Suspecting And Doubting Nothing, And Always Seeing Friends Where They Are Not Sure Of Foes.