What We Call The Highest And The

I Do So Hate Finishing Books. I Would Like To Go On With Them For Years.

I Think If She Lived In A Little Shoe-house That Little Old Woman Was Surely A Mouse!

I Remember I Used To Half Believe And Wholly Play With Fairies When I Was A Child. What Heaven Can Be More Real Than To Retain The Spirit-world Of Childhood, Tempered And Balanced By Knowledge And Common-sense...

Sunday, January 27, 1884. -- There Was Another Story In The Paper A Week Or So Since. A Gentleman Had A Favourite Cat Whom He Taught To Sit At The Dinner Table Where It Behaved Very Well. He Was In The Habit Of Putting Any Scraps He Left Onto The Cat's Plate. One Day Puss Did Not Take His Place Punctually, But Presently Appeared With Two Mice, One Of Which It Placed On Its Master's Plate, The Other On Its Own.

The Shorter And The Plainer The Better.