And now," he continued, speaking to Milo, "where were you on the night of July 27?" "What does that have to do with it?" asked Milo. "It's my birthday, that's what," said the policeman as he entered "Forgot my birthday" in his little book. "Boys always forget other people's birthdays.

Expect everything so that nothing comes unexpected.

I think kids slowly begin to realize that what they're learning relates to other things they know. Then learning starts to get more and more exciting

And it's much the same thing with knowledge, for whenever you learn something new, the whole world becomes that much richer.

You see. . . it's really quite strenuous doing nothing all day, so once a week we take a holiday and go nowhere, which was just where we were going when you came along. Would you care to join us?

And some looked even more like each other than they did like themselves.

Where is the sound?" someone hastily scribbled on the blackboard, and they all waited anxiously for the reply. Milo caught his breath, picked up the chalk, and explained simply, "It's on the tip of my tongue.