She's awfully fond of Wendy,' he said to himself. He was angry with her now for not seeing why she could not have Wendy. The reason was so simple: 'I'm fond of her too. We can't both have her, lady.

I taught you to fight and to fly. What more could there be?

Would you like an adventure now, or would you like to have your tea first?

The moment you doubt whether you can fly, you cease for ever to be able to do it.

Make your feet your friend.

The door', replied Maimie, 'will always, always be open, and mother will always be waiting at it for me.

Some of my plays peter out and some pan out.