People Cannot Be Molded Like Clay.

But Please Hug And Kiss Me, Everyone, And Don't Mind My Dress, I Want A Great Many Crumples Of This Sort Put Into It Today.

...a Capital Patient, As She Never Died And Never Got Well.

Men Are Often Bad, But Babies Never Are.

The Rooms Were Very Still While The Pages Were Softly Turned And The Winter Sunshine Crept In To Touch The Bright Heads And Serious Faces With A Christmas Greeting.

...freedom Being The Sauce Best Beloved By The Boyish Soul.