I Do So Hate Finishing Books. I

Peter Was Not Very Well During The Evening. His Mother Put Him To Bed, And Made Some Chamomile Tea: "one Table-spoonful To Be Taken At Bedtime.

For Quiet, Solitary And Observant Children Create Their Own World And Live In It, Nourishing Their Imaginations On The Material At Hand.

Most People, After One Success, Are So Cringingly Afraid Of Doing Less Well That They Rub All The Edge Off Their Subsequent Work.

I Have Just Made Stories To Please Myself, Because I Never Grew Up.

I Cannot Rest, I Must Draw, However Poor The Result, And When I Have A Bad Time Come Over Me It Is A Stronger Desire Than Ever.