I Do Believe In Fairies,

Never Ascribe To An Opponent Motives Meaner Than Your Own.

Next Year He Did Not Come For Her. She Waited In A New Frock Because The Old One Simply Would Not Meet, But He Never Came. "perhaps He Is Ill," Michael Said. "you Know He Is Never Ill." Michael Came Close To Her And Whispered, With A Shiver, "perhaps There Is No Such Person, Wendy!" And Then Wendy Would Have Cried If Michael Had Not Been Crying.

To Die Will Be An Awfully Big Adventure.

The Useless Men Are Those Who Never Change With The Years.

What A Polite Game Tennis Is. The Chief Word In It Seems To Be "sorry" And Admiration Of Each Other's Play Crosses The Net As Frequently As The Ball.