The moonlight lay upon the hills like snow.

I went through the fields, and sat for an hour afraid to pass a cow. The cow looked at me, and I looked at the cow, and whenever I stirred the cow gave over eating.

An injudicious and malignant enemy often serves the cause he means to injure; but a feeble friend never attains that end.

I found a strawberry blossom in a rock. I uprooted it rashly and felt as if I had been committing an outrage, so I planted it again.

The moonlight lay upon the hills like snow.

I never saw daffodils so beautiful. They grew among the mossy stones about and above them; some rested their heads upon these stones, as on a pillow, for weariness.

I think one of the dullest things in the world is a letter filled with apologies for not writing sooner.