All Children, Except One, Grow Up.

Heaven For Climate, Hell For Company.

Yet If He Upbraided Her In His Hurry, It Was To Repent Bitterly His Temper The Next, And To Feel Its Effects More Than She, Temper Being A Weapon That We Hold By The Blade.

You Need Not Be Sorry For Her. She Was One Of The Kind That Likes To Grow Up. In The End She Grew Up Of Her Own Free Will A Day Quicker Than The Other Girls.

All Are Keeping A Sharp Look-out In Front, But None Suspects That The Danger May Be Creeping Up From Behind.

If You Cannot Teach Me To Fly, Teach Me To Sing.