I Pretend I Am A Princess,so That

She Wished She Could Talk As He Did. His Speech Was So Quick And Easy. It Sounded As If He Liked Her And Was Not The Least Afraid She Would Not Like Him, Though He Was Only A Common Moor Boy, In Patched Clothes And With A Funny Face And A Rough, Rusty-red Head.

To Let A Sad Thought Or A Bad One Get Into Your Mind Is As Dangerous As Letting A Scarlet Fever Germ Get Into Your Body. If You Let It Stay There After It Has Got In, You May Never Get Over It As Long As You Live.

Oh,sara. It Is Like A Story." "it Is A Story...everything Is A Story. You Are A Story-i Am A Story. Miss Minchin Is A Story.

Everything Is Made Out Of Magic, Leaves And Trees, Flowers And Birds, Badgers And Foxes And Squirrels And People. So It Must Be All Around Us. In This Garden-in All The Places.

But I Suppose There Might Be Good In Things, Even If We Don't See It.