The place is changed now, and many familiar faces are gone, but the greatest change is myself. I was a child then, I had no idea what the world would be like. I wished to trust myself on the waters and the sea. Everything was romantic in my imagination. The woods were peopled by the mysterious good folk. The Lords and Ladies of the last century walked with me along the overgrown paths, and picked the old fashioned flowers among the box and rose hedges of the garden.

Once upon a time there were four little Rabbits, and their names were--Flopsy, Mopsy, Cottontail, and Peter.

Thank goodness my education was neglected.

I fear that we shall be obliged to leave this pudding

With opportunity the world is very interesting.

Peter lost one of his shoes among the cabbages, and the other shoe amongst the potatoes.

What heaven can be more real than to retain the spirit-world of childhood?