Goats," said Maxwell Hyde, "are a special case. Mad as hatters, all of them.

A garden should be natural-seeming, with wild sections, including a large area of bluebells.

Pray use both cats as sponges if it pleases you, infatuated infantryman.

Look. Survey. Inspect. My hair is ruined! I look like a pan of bacon and eggs!

I don’t think I will get married,” Polly said as she stood up. “I’m going to train to be a hero instead.

Every man in Ingary is scared stiff of her. You ought to know how that feels, Sophie dear.

And it's a pity too that I've no right to open your letters. I hope you don't get many, or my conscience will give me no peace.