Only The Margin Left To Write On

And At Last Father Flung The Rug Off As If It Were Hampering Him And Strode Over To The Table Saying, 'cocoa, Cocoa!'-- It Might Have Been The Most Magnificent Drink In The World; Which, Personally, I Think It Is.

How I Wish I Lived In A Jane Austen Novel!

Oh, Wise Young Judge.

I Write This Sitting In The Kitchen Sink.

There Is Something Revolting About The Way Girls' Minds So Often Jump To Marriage Long Before They Jump To Love.