I Became An Ardent, But Never A

It Was Jolly In The Country. A Cow And Little Pigs To Play With And Milk Warm From The Cow.

When I Was A Little Boy I Did Not, Of Course, Trouble Much About My Appearance.

My Father, Though, Could Run Very Much Faster. It Was Impossible To Compete With Him On The Grass. But It Was Astonishing How Slow Old People Were. Some Of Them Could Not Run Up A Hill And Called It Trying To Climb Stairs.

I Was A Town Child, It Is True, But That Did Not Prevent Me Enjoying Open-air Life, With Plants And Animals.

Greatness Has Nothing To Do With Results Or With Success.