Do You Know, Gilbert, There Are Times

Children Can Be The Most Cruel Creatures Alive. They Have The Herd Instinct Of Prejudice Against Any Outsider, And They Are Merciless In Its Indulgence.

We Belong To The Race That Knows Joseph

A Cold In The Head In June Is An Immoral Thing.

He Had Also The Reputation Of Being A Bit Of A Lady Killer. But That Probably Accrued To Him From His Possession Of A Laughing, Velvety Voice Which No Girl Could Hear Without A Heartbeat, And A Dangerous Way Of Listening As If She Were Saying Something That He Had Longed All His Life To Hear.

It Was In The Spring That Josephine And I Had First Loved Each Other, Or, At Least, Had First Come Into The Full Knowledge That We Loved. I Think That We Must Have Loved Each Other All Our Lives, And That Each Succeeding Spring Was A Word In The Revelation Of That Love, Not To Be Understood Until, In The Fullness Of Time, The Whole Sentence Was Written Out In That Most Beautiful Of All Beautiful Springs.