Oh, That's The Beauty Of The Rose,

Freedom So Often Means That One Isn't Needed Anywhere.

It Is Easy To Pity When Once One's Vanity Has Been Tickled.

"more Than Him Has Done That," Said Antonia Sadly, And The Girls Murmured Assent.

A Burnt Dog Dreads The Fire.

The Great Fact In Life, The Always Possible Escape From Dullness, Was The Lake. The Sun Rose Out Of It, The Day Began There; It Was Like An Open Door That Nobody Could Shut. The Land And All Its Dreariness Could Never Close In On You. You Had Only To Look At The Lake, And You Knew You Would Soon Be Free.