Fame is rot; daughters are the thing.

All are keeping a sharp look-out in front, but none suspects that the danger may be creeping up from behind.

You need not be sorry for her. She was one of the kind that likes to grow up. In the end she grew up of her own free will a day quicker than the other girls.

They have long lost count of the days, but always if they want to do anything special they say this is saturday night, and then they do it.

There are few more impressive sights in the world than a Scotsman on the make.

When the first baby laughed for the first time, the laugh broke into a thousand pieces and they all went skipping about, and that was the beginning of fairies.

Just always be waiting for me.