In A Wonderland They Lie, Dreaming As

Photography Is My One Recreation And I Think It Should Be Done Well.

It's Jam Every Other Day: To-day Isn't Any Other Day, You Know.

Come, My Child," I Said, Trying To Lead Her Away. "wish Good-bye To The Poor Hare, And Come And Look For Blackberries." "good-bye, Poor Hare!" Sylvie Obediently Repeated, Looking Over Her Shoulder At It As We Turned Away. And Then, All In A Moment, Her Self-command Gave Way. Pulling Her Hand Out Of Mine, She Ran Back To Where The Dead Hare Was Lying, And Flung Herself Down At Its Side In Such An Agony Of Grief As I Could Hardly Have Believed Possible In So Young A Child. "oh, My Darling, My Darling!" She Moaned, Over And Over Again. "and God Meant Your Life To Be So Beautiful!

Beware The Jabberwock, My Son The Jaws That Bite, The Claws That Catch! Beware The Jubjub Bird, And Shun The Frumious Bandersnatch!

She Tried To Fancy What The Flame Of A Candle Is Like After The Candle Is Blown Out, For She Could Not Remember Ever Having Seen Such A Thing.