Every House Needs A Grandmother In It.

A Little Kingdom I Possess, Where Thoughts And Feelings Dwell; And Very Hard The Task I Find Of Governing It Well.

…tomorrow Was Her Birthday, And She Was Thinking How Fast The Years Went By, How Old She Was Getting, And How Little She Seemed To Have Accomplished. Almost Twenty-five And Nothing To Show For It.

Is It Not Meningitis?

Salt Is Like Good-humor, And Nearly Every Thing Is Better For A Pinch Of It.

Don't Mind Me. I'm As Happy As A Cricket Here.