He Was A Little Boy, And She

Will They Reach The Nursery In Time? If So, How Delightful For Them, And We Shall All Breathe A Sigh Of Relief, But There Will Be No Story. On The Other Hand, If They Are Not In Time, I Solemnly Promise That It Will All Come Right In The End.

I Don't Want To Go To School And Learn Solemn Things.

For When You Looked Into My Mother's Eyes You Knew, As If He Had Told You, Why God Sent Her Into The World - It Was To Open Then Minds Of All Who Looked To Beautiful Thoughts. And That Is The Beginning And End Of Literature.

Take Care, Lest An Adventure Is Now Offered You, Which, If Accepted, Will Plunge You In Deepest Woe.

Some Of My Plays Peter Out And Some Pan Out.