Leave Something For Someone But

Soon They Were All Sitting On The Rocky Ledge, Which Was Still Warm, Watching The Sun Go Down Into The Lake. It Was The Most Beautiful Evening, With The Lake As Blue As A Cornflower And The Sky Flecked With Rosy Clouds. They Held Their Hard-boiled Eggs In One Hand And A Piece Of Bread And Butter In The Other, Munching Happily. There Was A Dish Of Salt For Everyone To Dip Their Eggs Into. ‘i Don’t Know Why, But The Meals We Have On Picnics Always Taste So Much Nicer Than The Ones We Have Indoors,’ Said George.

The Little Island Seemed To Float On The Dark Lake-waters. Trees Grew On It, And A Little Hill Rose In The Middle Of It. It Was A Mysterious Island, Lonely And Beautiful. All The Children Stood And Gazed At It, Loving It And Longing To Go To It. It Looked So Secret - Almost Magic.

My Work In Books, Films And Talks Lies Almost Wholly With Children, And I Have Very Little Time To Give To Grown-ups.

Here Mr Potts Come Here You Little Idiot!

I Have Written, Probably, More Books For Children Than Any Other Writer, From Story-books To Plays, And Can Claim To Know More About Interesting Children Than Most.