The Dirt Is Picturesque, So I Don't

I Can Get On With Wild Beasts First-rate; But Men Rile Me Awfully.

Woman Work A Great Many Miracles.

Every House Needs A Grandmother In It.

I Keep Turning Over New Leaves, And Spoiling Them, As I Used To Spoil My Copybooks; And I Make So Many Beginnings There Never Will Be An End. (jo March)

And When They Went Away, Leaving Comfort Behind, I Think There Were Not In All The City Four Merrier People Than The Hungry Little Girls Who Gave Away Their Breakfasts And Contented Themselves With Bread And Milk On Christmas Morning.