Go On With Your Work As Usual,

Laurie, You're An Angel! How Shall I Ever Thank You?" "fly At Me Again. I Rather Liked It," Said Laurie, Looking Mischievous, A Thing He Had Not Done For A Fortnight.

I Don't Like Favors; They Oppress And Make Me Fell Like A Slave. I'd Rather Do Everything For Myself, And Be Perfectly Independent.

I Will Make A Battering-ram Of My Head And Make My Way Through This Rough And Tumble World.

The Humblest Tasks Get Beautified If Loving Hands Do Them.

My Father Taught In The Wise Way Which Unfolds What Lies In The Child