The Shorter And The Plainer The Better.

There Is Something Delicious About Writing The First Words Of A Story. You Never Quite Know Where They'll Take You.

Thank God I Have The Seeing Eye, That Is To Say, As I Lie In Bed I Can Walk Step By Step On The Fells And Rough Land Seeing Every Stone And Flower And Patch Of Bog And Cotton Pass Where My Old Legs Will Never Take Me Again.

Sunday, January 27, 1884. -- There Was Another Story In The Paper A Week Or So Since. A Gentleman Had A Favourite Cat Whom He Taught To Sit At The Dinner Table Where It Behaved Very Well. He Was In The Habit Of Putting Any Scraps He Left Onto The Cat's Plate. One Day Puss Did Not Take His Place Punctually, But Presently Appeared With Two Mice, One Of Which It Placed On Its Master's Plate, The Other On Its Own.

I Am Worn To A Raveling.

For Quiet, Solitary And Observant Children Create Their Own World And Live In It, Nourishing Their Imaginations On The Material At Hand.