Happiness Isn't A Thing. You

Pray Use Both Cats As Sponges If It Pleases You, Infatuated Infantryman.

I’m Beginning To Think I’ve Led A Much Too Sheltered Life.

A Garden Should Be Natural-seeming, With Wild Sections, Including A Large Area Of Bluebells.

Nothing Is Safe From You. If I Were To Court A Girl Who Lived On An Iceberg In The Middle Of The Ocean, Sooner Or Later— Probably Sooner— I’d Look Up To See You Swooping Overhead On A Broomstick. In Fact, By Now I’d Be Disappointed In You If I Didn’t See You.” “are You Off To The Iceberg Today?” Sophie Retorted.

Oh! Polly Thought. Why Aren't All Girls Locked Up By Law The Year They Turn Fifteen? They Do Such Stupid Things!