It's Rather Hard To Decide Just When

There Are Many Worse Friends Than The Soft, Silent, Furry, Cat-folk.

If A Kiss Could Be Seen I Think It Would Look Like A Violet.

I Like To Hear A Storm At Night. It Is So Cosy To Snuggle Down Among The Blankets And Feel That It Can't Get At You.

Snow In April Is Abominable," Said Anne. "like A Slap In The Face When You Expect A Kiss.

It's Bad Enough To Feel Insignificant, But It's Unbearable To Have It Grained Into Your Soul That You Will Never, Can Never, Be Anything But Insignificant.