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The Clocks Were Striking Midnight And The Rooms Were Very Still As A Figure Glided Quietly From Bed To Bed, Smoothing A Coverlid Here, Settling A Pillow There, And Pausing To Look Long And Tenderly At Each Unconscious Face, To Kiss Each With Lips That Mutely Blessed, And To Pray The Fervent Prayers Which Only Mothers Utter.

The Small Hopes And Plans And Pleasures Of Children Should Be Tenderly Respected By Grown-up People, And Never Rudely Thwarted Or Ridiculed.

The Dirt Is Picturesque, So I Don't Mind.

I Don't Pretend To Be Wise, But I Am Observing, And I See A Great Deal More Than You'd Imagine. I'm Interested In Other People's Experiences And Inconsistencies, And, Though I Can't Explain, I Remember And Use Them For My Own Benefit.

I Only Mean To Say That I Have A Feeling That It Never Was Intended I Should Live Long. I'm Not Like The Rest Of You.