It Was For Bringing The Cook Tulip-roots

You Used To Be Much More..."muchier." You've Lost Your Muchness.

What I Tell You Three Times Is True.

I Confess I Do Not Admire Naked Boys. They Always Seem To Me To Need Clothes, Whereas One Hardly Sees Why The Lovely Forms Of Girls Should Ever Be Covered Up.

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

I Don't Think..." Then You Shouldn't Talk, Said The Hatter.