I am worn to a raveling.
I do so hate finishing books. I would like to go on with them for years.
Once upon a time there were four little Rabbits, and their names were--Flopsy, Mopsy, Cottontail, and Peter.
Peter was not very well during the evening. His mother put him to bed, and made some chamomile tea: "One table-spoonful to be taken at bedtime.
With opportunity the world is very interesting.
I cannot rest, I must draw, however poor the result, and when I have a bad time come over me it is a stronger desire than ever.