There Are Just Some Kind Of Men…who’re

I'm Little But I'm Old.

As You Grow Up, Always Tell The Truth, Do No Harm To Others, And Don't Think You Are The Most Important Being On Earth. Rich Or Poor, You Then Can Look Anyone In The Eye And Say, 'i'm Probably No Better Than You, But I'm Certainly Your Equal.

I Could Think Of Nothing Else To Say To Her. In Fact I Could Never Think Of Anything To Say To Her, And I Sat Thinking Of Past Painful Conversations Between Us: How Are You, Jean Louise? Fine, Thank You Ma'am, How Are You? Very Well, Thank You; What Have You Been Doing With Yourself? Nothin'. Don't You Do Anything? Nome. Certainly You Have Friends? Yessum. Well What Do You All Do? Nothin'.

Dill Was Off Again. Beautiful Things Floated Around In His Dreamy Head. He Could Read Two Books To My One, But He Preferred The Magic Of His Own Inventions. He Could Add And Subtract Faster Than Lightning, But He Preferred His Own Twilight World, A World Where Babies Slept, Waiting To Be Gathered Like Morning Lilies.

Finders Were Keepers Unless Title Was Proven.