Boy, Why Are You Crying?

Astonishing Splashes Of Colour

Girls Are Much Too Clever To Fall Out Of Their Prams

What A Polite Game Tennis Is. The Chief Word In It Seems To Be "sorry" And Admiration Of Each Other's Play Crosses The Net As Frequently As The Ball.

For Several Days After My First Book Was Published, I Carried It About In My Pocket And Took Surreptitious Peeps At It To Make Sure The Ink Had Not Faded.

If He Thought At All, But I Don't Believe He Ever Thought, It Was That He And His Shadow, When Brought Near Each Other, Would Join Like Drops Of Water.