Come, my child," I said, trying to lead her away. "Wish good-bye to the poor hare, and come and look for blackberries." "Good-bye, poor hare!" Sylvie obediently repeated, looking over her shoulder at it as we turned away. And then, all in a moment, her self-command gave way. Pulling her hand out of mine, she ran back to where the dead hare was lying, and flung herself down at its side in such an agony of grief as I could hardly have believed possible in so young a child. "Oh, my darling, my darling!" she moaned, over and over again. "And God meant your life to be so beautiful!

It takes all the running you can do, to keep in the same place. If you want to get somewhere else, you must run at least twice as fast as that!

Who in the world am I? Ah, that's the great puzzle.

Speak roughly to your little boy and beat him when he sneezes! he only does it to annoy, because he knows it teases!

Be sure the safest rule is that we should not dare to live in any scene in which we dare not die.

It is a very inconvenient habit of kittens (Alice had once made the remark) that whatever you say to them, they always purr.

I said you LOOKED like an egg, Sir. And some eggs are very pretty, you know.