One Can't Get Over The Habit Of

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

In Daylight I Belong To The World . . . In The Night To Sleep And Eternity. But In The Dusk I'm Free From Both And Belong Only To Myself . . . And You

But You Have Such Dimples," Said Anne, Smiling Affectionately Into The Pretty, Vivacious Face So Near Her Own. "lovely Dimples, Like Little Dents In Cream. I Have Given Up All Hope Of Dimples. My Dimple-dream Will Never Come True; But So Many Of My Dreams Have That I Mustn't Complain. Am I All Ready Now?

Besides, I've Been Feeling A Little Blue — Just A Pale, Elusive Azure. It Isn't Serious Enough For Anything Darker.

It’s So Much More Romantic To End A Story Up With A Funeral Than A Wedding.