If Growing Up Means It Would Be

Make Your Feet Your Friend.

Will They Reach The Nursery In Time? If So, How Delightful For Them, And We Shall All Breathe A Sigh Of Relief, But There Will Be No Story. On The Other Hand, If They Are Not In Time, I Solemnly Promise That It Will All Come Right In The End.

Off We Skip Like The Most Heartless Things In The World, Which Is What Children Are, But So Attractive; And We Have An Entirely Selfish Time, And Then When We Have Need Of Special Attention We Nobly Return For It, Confident That We Shall Be Rewarded Instead Of Smacked.

There Are, I Dare Say, Many Lovers Who Would Never Have Been Drawn To Each Other Had They Met For The First Time, As, Say, They Met The Second Time.

A House Is Never Still In Darkness To Those Who Listen Intently; There Is A Whispering In Distant Chambers, An Unearthly Hand Presses The Snib Of The Window, The Latch Rises. Ghosts Were Created When The First Man Awoke In The Night.