You Couldn't Have It If You Did

It Is A Very Inconvenient Habit Of Kittens (alice Had Once Made The Remark) That, Whatever You Say To Them, They Always Purr: "if They Would Only Purr For 'yes,' And Mew For 'no,; Or Any Rule Of That Sort," She Had Said, "so That One Could Keep Up A Conversation! But How Can You Talk With A Person If They Always Say The Same Thing?

Come, My Child," I Said, Trying To Lead Her Away. "wish Good-bye To The Poor Hare, And Come And Look For Blackberries." "good-bye, Poor Hare!" Sylvie Obediently Repeated, Looking Over Her Shoulder At It As We Turned Away. And Then, All In A Moment, Her Self-command Gave Way. Pulling Her Hand Out Of Mine, She Ran Back To Where The Dead Hare Was Lying, And Flung Herself Down At Its Side In Such An Agony Of Grief As I Could Hardly Have Believed Possible In So Young A Child. "oh, My Darling, My Darling!" She Moaned, Over And Over Again. "and God Meant Your Life To Be So Beautiful!

My Beloved Friend - One Of The Most Unique And Charming Personalities Of Our Time.

She Felt A Little Nervous About This; 'for It Might End, You Know,' Said Alice To Herself, 'in My Going Out Altogether, Like A Candle. I Wonder What I Should Be Like Then?' And She Tried To Fancy What The Flame Of A Candle Looks Like After The Candle Is Blown Out, For She Could Not Remember Ever Having Seen Such A Thing.

I Have Seen So Many Extraordinary Things, Nothing Seems Extraordinary Any More