Mistress Mary Quite Contrary

I Am A Princess. All Girls Are. Even If They Live In Tiny Old Attics. Even If They Dress In Rags, Even If They Aren’t Pretty, Or Smart, Or Young. They’re Still Princesses.

You Can Lose A Friend In Springtime Easier Than Any Other Season If You're Too Curious.

Imagine, If You Can, What The Rest Of The Evening Was Like. How They Crouched By The Fire Which Blazed And Leaped And Made Much Of Itself In The Little Grate. How They Removed The Covers Of The Dishes, And Found Rich, Hot Savory Soup, Which Was A Meal In Itself, And Sandwiches And Toast And Muffins Enough For Both Of Them.

However Many Years She Lived, Mary Always Felt That 'she Should Never Forget That First Morning When Her Garden Began To Grow'.

Of Course There Must Be Lots Of Magic In The World," He Said Wisely One Day, "but People Don't Know What It Is Like Or How To Make It. Perhaps The Beginning Is Just To Say Nice Things Are Going To Happen Until You Make Them Happen. I Am Going To Try And Experiment.