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What A Polite Game Tennis Is. The Chief Word In It Seems To Be "sorry" And Admiration Of Each Other's Play Crosses The Net As Frequently As The Ball.

You Need Not Be Sorry For Her. She Was One Of The Kind That Likes To Grow Up. In The End She Grew Up Of Her Own Free Will A Day Quicker Than The Other Girls.

You Find A Glimmer Of Happiness In This World, There's Always Someone Who Wants To Destroy It.

Every Man Who Is High Up Likes To Think He Has Done It All Himself; And The Wife Smiles, And Lets It Go At That. It's Our Only Joke. Every Woman Knows That.

But Where Do You Live Mostly Now?" With The Lost Boys." Who Are They?" They Are The Children Who Fall Out Of Their Perambulators When The Nurse Is Looking The Other Way. If They Are Not Claimed In Seven Days They Are Sent Far Away To The Neverland To Defray Expanses. I'm Captain." What Fun It Must Be!" Yes," Said Cunning Peter, "but We Are Rather Lonely. You See We Have No Female Companionship." Are None Of The Others Girls?" Oh No; Girls, You Know, Are Much Too Clever To Fall Out Of Their Prams.