Whatever Comes," She Said, "cannot Alter One

I Am Writing In The Garden. To Write As One Should Of A Garden One Must Write Not Outside It Or Merely Somewhere Near It, But In The Garden.

Whatever Comes," She Said, "cannot Alter One Thing. If I Am A Princess In Rags And Tatters, I Can Be A Princess Inside. It Would Be Easy To Be A Princess If I Were Dressed In Cloth Of Gold, But It Is A Great Deal More Of A Triumph To Be One All The Time When No One Knows It.

On The Hob Was A Little Brass Kettle, Hissing And Boiling; Spread Upon The Floor Was A Warm, Thick Rug; Before The Fire Was A Folding-chair, Unfolded And With Cushions On It; By The Chair Was A Small Folding-table, Unfolded, Covered With A White Cloth, And Upon It Were Spread Small Covered Dishes, A Cup And Saucer, And A Tea-pot; On The Bed Were New, Warm Coverings, A Curious Wadded Silk Robe, And Some Books. The Little, Cold, Miserable Room Seemed Changed Into Fairyland. It Was Actually Warm And Glowing.

Perhaps To Be Able To Learn Things Quickly Isn't Everything. To Be Kind Is Worth A Great Deal To Other People...lots Of Clever People Have Done Harm And Have Been Wicked.

The Air Was Full Of Spices... A Little Princess