So Much Perfection Argues Rottenness Somewhere.

Peter Was Not Very Well During The Evening. His Mother Put Him To Bed, And Made Some Chamomile Tea: "one Table-spoonful To Be Taken At Bedtime.

Thank Goodness My Education Was Neglected.

This Is A Fierce Bad Rabbit; Look At His Savage Whiskers, And His Claws And His Turned-up Tail.

Peter Lost One Of His Shoes Among The Cabbages, And The Other Shoe Amongst The Potatoes.

The Place Is Changed Now, And Many Familiar Faces Are Gone, But The Greatest Change Is Myself. I Was A Child Then, I Had No Idea What The World Would Be Like. I Wished To Trust Myself On The Waters And The Sea. Everything Was Romantic In My Imagination. The Woods Were Peopled By The Mysterious Good Folk. The Lords And Ladies Of The Last Century Walked With Me Along The Overgrown Paths, And Picked The Old Fashioned Flowers Among The Box And Rose Hedges Of The Garden.