Hatred Is So Much Easier To Win

I Am Not Really Much Interested In Talking To Adults, Although I Suppose Practically Every Mother In The Kingdom Knows My Name And My Books. It's Their Children I Love.

Remorse Is A Terrible Thing To Bear, Pam, One Of The Worst Of All Punishments In This Life. To Wish Undone Something You Have Done, To Wish You Could Look Back On Kindness To Someone You Love, Instead Of On Unkindness - That Is A Very Terrible Thing.

The Secret Island Had Looked Mysterious Enough On The Night They Had Seen It Before - But Now, Swimming In The Hot June Haze, It Seemed More Enchanting Than Ever. As They Drew Near To It, And Saw The Willow Trees That Bent Over The Water-edge And Heard The Sharp Call Of Moorhens That Scuttled Off, The Children Gazed In Delight. Nothing But Trees And Birds And Little Wild Animals. Oh, What A Secret Island, All For Their Very Own, To Live On And Play On.

Soon They Were All Sitting On The Rocky Ledge, Which Was Still Warm, Watching The Sun Go Down Into The Lake. It Was The Most Beautiful Evening, With The Lake As Blue As A Cornflower And The Sky Flecked With Rosy Clouds. They Held Their Hard-boiled Eggs In One Hand And A Piece Of Bread And Butter In The Other, Munching Happily. There Was A Dish Of Salt For Everyone To Dip Their Eggs Into. ‘i Don’t Know Why, But The Meals We Have On Picnics Always Taste So Much Nicer Than The Ones We Have Indoors,’ Said George.

I'm Good At Exploring Roofs. You Never Know When That Kind Of Thing Comes In Useful.