Never Is An Awfully Long Time.

The Praise That Comes From Love Does Not Make Us Vain, But More Humble.

All Children, Except One, Grow Up. They Soon Know That They Will Grow Up, And The Way Wendy Knew Was This. One Day When She Was Two Years Old She Was Playing In A Garden, And She Plucked Another Flower And Ran With It To Her Mother. I Suppose She Must Have Looked Rather Delightful, For Mrs Darling Put Her Hand To Her Heart And Cried, ‘oh, Why Can’t You Remain Like This For Ever!’ This Was All That Passed Between Them On The Subject, But Henceforth Wendy Knew That She Must Grow Up. You Always Know After You Are Two. Two Is The Beginning Of The End.

All Are Keeping A Sharp Look-out In Front, But None Suspects That The Danger May Be Creeping Up From Behind.

It Is Frightfully Difficult To Know Much About The Fairies, And Almost The Only Thing For Certain Is That There Are Fairies Wherever There Are Children.

Them That Has China Plates Themsel's Is The Maist Careful Not To Break The China Plates Of Others