I Like To Hear A Storm At

Cakes Have Such A Terrible Habit Of Turning Out Bad Just When You Especially Want Them To Be Good.

You See," She Concluded Miserably, "when I Can Call Like That To Him Across Space--i Belong To Him. He Doesn't Love Me--he Never Will--but I Belong To Him.

If A Kiss Could Be Seen I Think It Would Look Like A Violet.

There Are Many Worse Friends Than The Soft, Silent, Furry, Cat-folk.

As A Rule, I Am Very Careful To Be Shallow And Conventional Where Depth And Originality Are Wasted.