Oh, Comfortable Cocoa!

...with Stories Even A Page Can Take Me Hours, But The Truth Seems To Flow Out As Fast As I Can Get It Down.

...surely I Could Give Him--a Sort Of Contentment... That Isn't Enough To Give. Not For The Giver.

I Shouldn't Think Even Millionaires Could Eat Anything Nicer Than New Bread And Real Butter And Honey For Tea.

People's Clothes Ought To Be Buried With Them.

Oh, Comfortable Cocoa!