Never Is An Awfully Long Time.

Oh, You Mysterious Girls, When You Are Fifty-two We Shall Find You Out; You Must Come Into The Open Then. If The Mouth Has Fallen Sourly Yours The Blame: All The Meanness Your Youth Concealed Have Been Gathering In Your Face. But The Pretty Thoughts And Sweet Ways And Dear, Forgotten Kindnesses Linger There Also, To Bloom In Your Twilight Like Evening Primroses.

They Were Going Round And Round The Island, But They Did Not Meet Because All Were Going At The Same Rate.

Oh, The Cleverness Of Me!

Wendy," Peter Pan Continued In A Voice That No Woman Has Ever Yet Been Able To Resist, "wendy, One Girl Is More Use Than Twenty Boys.

The Useless Men Are Those Who Never Change With The Years.