Writing For Children Is An Art In

Well, You Know What Grown-ups Are,' Said Dinah. 'they Don't Think The Same Way As We Do. I Expect When We Grow Up, We Shall Think Like Them - But Let's Hope We Remember What It Was Like To Think In The Way Children Do, And Understand The Boys And The Girls That Are Growing Up When We're Men And Women.

Soon They Were All Sitting On The Rocky Ledge, Which Was Still Warm, Watching The Sun Go Down Into The Lake. It Was The Most Beautiful Evening, With The Lake As Blue As A Cornflower And The Sky Flecked With Rosy Clouds. They Held Their Hard-boiled Eggs In One Hand And A Piece Of Bread And Butter In The Other, Munching Happily. There Was A Dish Of Salt For Everyone To Dip Their Eggs Into. ‘i Don’t Know Why, But The Meals We Have On Picnics Always Taste So Much Nicer Than The Ones We Have Indoors,’ Said George.

I Do Love The Beginning Of The Summer Hols,' Said Julian. They Always Seem To Stretch Out Ahead For Ages And Ages.' 'they Go So Nice And Slowly At First,' Said Anne, His Little Sister. 'then They Start To Gallop.

Writing For Children Is An Art In Itself, And A Most Interesting One.

The Point Is Not That I Don't Recognise Bad People When I See Them — I Grant You I May Quite Well Be Taken In By Them — The Point Is That I Know A Good Person When I See One.