The ability to forget a sorrow is childhood's most enchanting feature.

Ladies with curly hair / Have time to spare.

The Enemy, who wears her mother's usual face and confidential tone, has access; doubtless stares into her writing case and listens on the phone.

Stir the eggnog, lift the toddy, Happy New Year everybody.

A hobby a day keeps the doldrums away.

Sisters are always drying their hair. Locked into rooms, alone, they pose at the mirror, shoulders bare, trying this way and that their hair, or fly importunate down the stair to answer the telephone.

Relations are errors that Nature makes. / Your spouse you can put on the shelf. / But your friends, dear friends, are the quaint mistakes / You always commit yourself.