But Still, If It's True,

If I Have Managed To Brighten Up Even One Gloomy Childhood – Then I’m Satisfied.

At Least, Not In This Country,' She Added After A Moment's Thought. 'in China It's A Little Different. Once I Saw A Chinaman In Shanghai. His Ears Were So Big He Could Use Them For A Raincoat. When It Rained, He Just Crept In Under His Ears And Was Warm And Snug As Could Be. Not That The Ears Had Such A Rattling Good Time Of It, You Understand. If It Was Specially Bad Weather, He'd Invite Friends And Acquaintances To Pitch Camp Under His Ears Too. There They Sat, Singing Their Sorrowful Songs While It Poured Down Outside.

But Nightshirts Aren't Dangerous," Pippi Assured Her. "they Don't Bite Anybody Except In Self Defense.

Don't Let Them Get You Down. Be Cheeky. And Wild. And Wonderful.

Give The Children Love, More Love And Still More Love – And The Common Sense Will Come By Itself.