I Fear That We Shall Be Obliged

So Much Perfection Argues Rottenness Somewhere.

I Remember I Used To Half Believe And Wholly Play With Fairies When I Was A Child. What Heaven Can Be More Real Than To Retain The Spirit-world Of Childhood, Tempered And Balanced By Knowledge And Common-sense...

It Sometimes Happens That The Town Child Is More Alive To The Fresh Beauty Of The Country Than A Child Who Is Country Born. My Brother And I Were Born In London...but Our Descent, Our Interest And Our Joy Were In The North Country'. Quoted In The Tale Of Beatrix Potter A Biography By Margaret Lane, First Edition P 32-33

Then Mrs. Tiggy-winkle Made Tea - A Cup For Herself And A Cup For Lucie. They Sat Before The Fire On A Bench And Looked Sideways At One Another. Mrs. Tiggy-winkle's Hand, Holding The Tea-cup, Was Very Very Brown, And Very Very Wrinkly With The Soap-suds; And All Through Her Gown And Her Cap, There Were Hairpins Sticking Wrong End Out; So That Lucie Didn't Like To Sit Too Near Her.

I Think If She Lived In A Little Shoe-house That Little Old Woman Was Surely A Mouse!