Are You Learning Me By Heart, Little

The Truth Is That When One Is Still A Child-or Even If One Is Grown Up- And Has Been Well Fed, And Has Slept Long And Softly And Warm; When One Has Gone To Sleep In The Midst Of A Fairy Story, And Has Wakened To Find It Real, One Cannot Be Unhappy Or Even Look As If One Were; And One Could Not, If One Tried, Keep A Glow Of Joy Out Of One's Eyes.

Of Course There Must Be Lots Of Magic In The World, But People Don't Know What It Is Like Or How To Make It.

She Wished She Could Talk As He Did. His Speech Was So Quick And Easy. It Sounded As If He Liked Her And Was Not The Least Afraid She Would Not Like Him, Though He Was Only A Common Moor Boy, In Patched Clothes And With A Funny Face And A Rough, Rusty-red Head.

The Magic In This Garden Has Made Me Stand Up And Know I Am Going To Live To Be A Man.

I Don't Know Who It Is," She Said; "but Somebody Cares For Me A Little. I Have A Friend.