Hard-hearted people may be no fun to sit next to at parties, but they are just as entitled to earn a living as the rest of us. Fortunately-for them, at least-the need for insurance adjusters, tax collectors, theater critics, and the like continues to this very day.
One home is forsaken in hopes of finding another.
When things are looking up, there’s no point in looking elsewhere” -Agatha Swanburne.
An open mind lets ideas out, as well as in” -Agatha Swanburne.
There is power in words used accurately and well, and tragedy and missed train connections in words used carelessly.
You’re not where you were, and you’re not where you’re going. You’re here, so pay attention!
Feeling one ought to apologize is not quite the same thing as saying ‘I am sorry’ ” -Penelope.
You’ll find it in the last place you look, so, for heaven’s sake, keep looking until you find it!
You will recall that she had expected she might be scolded for entering Lord Fredrick’s study and perhaps falsely accused of taking the almanac. It had even occurred to her that the police might be summoned and criminal charges filed, after which she would have to bravely defend herself in front of a stern, white-wigged judge. Her eloquence would earn a standing ovation from the dazzled spectators, who would find it impossible to believe that this mere girl of fifteen was not a trained lawyer.
You know I believe that all children should have pets if it can possibly be managed, she wrote. I feel it is beneficial to give even the littlest children responsibility for something more helpless and in need of care than themselves. In this way selfishness is avoided, generosity is nurtured, and the heart’s affections are exercised until they can bend and stretch to encompass all the world’s creatures.
Penelope was in favor of new experiences, as long as they did not upset the digestion.
This time all the Incorrigibles chimed in. “Nevermore!” they cried. Somehow a turnip found its way from Cassiopeia’s plate to Alexander’s. Penelope tried to kick a warning under the table, but her foot hit the admiral’s cane instead and gave a nasty stub to her toe.
Flounder is extinct!” they wept. “Nevermore, flounder!
Penelope frowned. “I thought you had a headache?” “In my leg I do,” Beowulf explained. “From chicken pox.” He hopped on his one good leg and made chicken noises. “Buck-buck, buck-buck!
Do not worry, Lumawoo.” Beowulf sniffed deeply. “We will follow the smell of chickens.” “He means baby dodos,” Cassiopeia corrected.
Maybe in the motto grotto?” Alexander suggested. No doubt he was still thinking of the Spooky Grotto of Tygers. Beowulf shook his head. “Not even a spotto of a motto.” “Motto, notto,” Cassiopeia concluded sadly.
Before bedtime the children wanted to play at the fall of Rome, which was their new favorite game. They joined hands and spun and declined and fell until they were dizzy, and then they rose and did it again.
Hmm. I’ll need my Always Waterproof Fashion Ostrich Leash.
Poor Admiral. Soon you will be stuffed.” Cassiopeia sounded rather cheerful at the prospect. “Don’t be sad. I will visit you in Uncle Freddy’s study.
There is a charming little bakery down the street, called the Charming Little Bakery.