But Now I Am Six. And I'm

He Thought How Sad It Was To Be An Animal Who Had Never Had A Bunch Of Violets Picked For Him.

Ideas May Drift Into Other Minds, But They Do Not Drift My Way. I Have To Go And Fetch Them. I Know No Work Manual Or Mental To Equal The Appalling Heart-breaking Anguish Of Fetching An Idea From Nowhere.

Wherever They Go, And Whatever Happens To Them On The Way, In That Enchanted Place On The Top Of The Forest, A Little Boy And His Bear Will Always Be Playing.

You Can't Stay In Your Corner Of The Forest Waiting For Others To Come To You. You Have To Go To Them Sometimes.

Be Sure To Put The Knocker Fairly Low On Your Door In Case A Very Small Friend Drops By.