Don't have a mother,' he said. Not only had he no mother, but he had not the slightest desire to have one. He thought them very over-rated persons.

Yet if he upbraided her in his hurry, it was to repent bitterly his temper the next, and to feel its effects more than she, temper being a weapon that we hold by the blade.

‎"She was not a little girl heart-broken about him; she was a grown woman smiling at it all, but they were wet smiles.

It may have been quixotic, but it was magnificent.

All of this has happened before, and it will all happen again.

Thus sharply did the terrified three learn the difference between an island of make-believe and the same island come true.

All children, except one, grow up.