We Belong To The Race That Knows

A Few Italics Really Do Relieve Your Feelings.

I Know I Chatter On Far Too Much... But If You Only Knew How Many Things I Want To Say And Don't. Give Me Some Credit.

I Love Pretty Things; And I Hate To Look In The Glass And See Something That Isn't Pretty. It Makes Me Feel So Sorrowful—just As I Feel When I Look At Any Ugly Thing. I Pity It Because It Isn't Beautiful.

It Would Be Lovely To Sleep In A Wild Cherry-tree All White With Bloom In The Moonshine

I'm Really A Very Happy, Contented Little Person In Spite Of My Broken Heart.