Writing For Children Is An Art In

Here Mr Potts Come Here You Little Idiot!

I Have Written, Probably, More Books For Children Than Any Other Writer, From Story-books To Plays, And Can Claim To Know More About Interesting Children Than Most.

The Little Island Seemed To Float On The Dark Lake-waters. Trees Grew On It, And A Little Hill Rose In The Middle Of It. It Was A Mysterious Island, Lonely And Beautiful. All The Children Stood And Gazed At It, Loving It And Longing To Go To It. It Looked So Secret - Almost Magic.

I'm Good At Exploring Roofs. You Never Know When That Kind Of Thing Comes In Useful.

Leave Something For Someone But Dont Leave Someone For Something.