I Wonder If I've Been Changed In

Beautiful Soup! Who Cares For Fish, Game Or Any Other Dish? Who Would Not Give All Else For Two Pennyworth Of Beautiful Soup?

Child Of The Pure, Unclouded Brow And Dreaming Eyes Of Wonder.

It Often Runs In Families," She Remarked: "just As A Love For Pastry Does.

Be What You Would Seem To Be - Or, If You'd Like It Put More Simply - Never Imagine Yourself Not To Be Otherwise Than What It Might Appear To Others That What You Were Or Might Have Been Was Not Otherwise Than What You Had Been Would Have Appeared To Them To Be Otherwise.

I Wonder If The Snow Loves The Trees And Fields, That It Kisses Them So Gently? And Then It Covers Them Up Snug, You Know, With A White Quilt; And Perhaps It Says "go To Sleep, Darlings, Till The Summer Comes Again.