Oh dear,"cried Rhonda just then, for Mr. Benedict, awash in strong emotion, has gone to sleep.with a sudden loud snore he toppled forward into the attentive arms of Rhonda and Number Two, who eased him to the floor. "What's wrong with him?" Constance asked. "He has narcolepsy," said Kate. "He steals a lot?" "That's kleptomania," Sticky said. "Mr. Benedict sleeps a lot.

Is this what family is like: the feeling that everyone’s connected, that with one piece missing, the whole thing’s broken?

You are the smartest children i know. You just don't beleive it.

May your adventures bring you closer together, even as they take you far away from home.

They stared out their window at night enough to know where the darkest shadows lay, and it was to the darkest shadows they kept.

Children are capable of such open rudeness.

What is life without laughter?