I'm Tired Of Praise; And

There Was A Good Deal Of Laughing And Kissing And Explaining, In The Simple, Loving Fashion Which Makes These Home-festivals So Pleasant At The Time, So Sweet To Remember Long Afterward, And Then All Fell To Work.

A Quick Temper, Sharp Tongue, And Restless Spirit Were Always Getting Her Into Scrapes, And Her Life Was A Series Of Ups And Downs, Which Were Both Comic And Pathetic.

...a Capital Patient, As She Never Died And Never Got Well.

Salt Is Like Good-humor, And Nearly Every Thing Is Better For A Pinch Of It.

Dear Me! How Happy And Good We'd Be, If We Had No Worries!