For A While She Considered Being Ill,

Quite, Quite,' She Thought With A Little Sigh. 'it's Always Like This In Their Adventures. To Save And Be Saved. I Wish Somebody Would Write A Story Sometime About The People Who Warm Up The Heroes Afterward.

They Were Always Doing Something. Quietly, Without Interruption, And With Great Concentration, They Carried On With The Hundred-and-one Small Things That Made Up Their World.

It's A Funny Thing About Bogs. You Can Fill Them With Rocks And Sand And Old Logs And Make A Little Fenced-in Yard On Top With A Woodpile And Chopping Block - But Bogs Go Right On Behaving Like Bogs. Early In The Spring They Breathe Ice And Make Their Own Mist, In Remembrance Of The Time When They Had Black Water And Their Own Sedge Blossoming Untouched.

Someone Who Eats Pancakes And Jam Can't Be So Awfully Dangerous. You Can Talk To Him.

A Theatre Is The Most Important Sort Of House In The World, Because That's Where People Are Shown What They Could Be If They Wanted, And What They'd Like To Be If They Dared To And What They Really Are