And this I have learned grown-ups do not know the language of shadows.

When one does look up at the grand trees growing up almost to the sky, one does always have longings to pray.

I like to sing when I have works to do - it does so help.

It is such a comfort to nestle up to Michael Angelo Sanzio Raphael when one is in trouble. He is such a grand tree. He has an understanding soul. After I talked with him and listened unto his voice, I slipped down out of his arms.

And this I have learned grown-ups do not know the language of shadows.

The matter of making christening robes for caterpillars, it is not a difficult one; the difficulty is to get a frisky caterpillar to keep still while one is putting on his christening robe. And then it is a problem to keep it on, after one does get it on. I do have much troubles with caterpillars crawling out of their christening robes after I do get them on.

By the wood-shed is a brook. It goes singing on. Its joy-song does sing in my heart.