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I Can Just Imagine Myself Sitting Down At The Head Of The Table And Pouring Out The Tea," Said Anne, Shutting Her Eyes Ecstatically. "and Asking Diana If She Takes Sugar! I Know She Doesn't But Of Course I'll Ask Her Just As If I Didn't Know.

I Wonder Why People So Commonly Suppose That If Two Individuals Are Both Writers They Must Therefore Be Hugely Congenial.

I Know I Haven't Much Sense Or Sobriety, But I've Got What Is Ever So Much Better — The Knack Of Making People Like Me.

Perhaps. . .love Unfolded Naturally Out Of A Beautiful Friendship, As A Golden-hearted Rose Slipping From Its Green Sheath.

A Cold In The Head In June Is An Immoral Thing.