I Think Prejudice And Tradition Count For

The Place Is Changed Now, And Many Familiar Faces Are Gone, But The Greatest Change Is Myself. I Was A Child Then, I Had No Idea What The World Would Be Like. I Wished To Trust Myself On The Waters And The Sea. Everything Was Romantic In My Imagination. The Woods Were Peopled By The Mysterious Good Folk. The Lords And Ladies Of The Last Century Walked With Me Along The Overgrown Paths, And Picked The Old Fashioned Flowers Among The Box And Rose Hedges Of The Garden.

Don't Go Into Mr. Mcgregor's Garden: Your Father Had An Accident There; He Was Put In A Pie By Mrs. Mcgregor.

I Fear That We Shall Be Obliged To Leave This Pudding

It Sometimes Happens That The Town Child Is More Alive To The Fresh Beauty Of The Country Than A Child Who Is Country Born

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.