Writing For Children Is An Art In

They Lay On Their Heathery Beds And Listened To All The Sounds Of The Night. They Heard The Little Grunt Of A Hedgehog Going By. They Saw The Flicker Of Bats Overhead. They Smelt The Drifting Scent Of Honeysuckle, And The Delicious Smell Of Wild Thyme Crushed Under Their Bodies. A Reed-warbler Sang A Beautiful Little Song In The Reeds Below, And Then Another Answered.

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.

Remorse Is A Terrible Thing To Bear, Pam, One Of The Worst Of All Punishments In This Life. To Wish Undone Something You Have Done, To Wish You Could Look Back On Kindness To Someone You Love, Instead Of On Unkindness - That Is A Very Terrible Thing.

The Best Way To Treat Obstacles Is To Use Them As Stepping-stones. Laugh At Them, Tread On Them, And Let Them Lead You To Something Better.

Mothers Were Much Too Sharp. They Were Like Dogs. Buster Always Sensed When Anything Was Out Of The Ordinary, And So Did Mothers. Mothers And Dogs Both Had A Kind Of Second Sight That Made Them See Into People's Minds And Know When Anything Unusual Was Going On.