Everything was romantic in my imagination.
BEATRIX POTTEREverything was romantic in my imagination.
BEATRIX POTTERThe shorter and the plainer the better.
BEATRIX POTTERI hold an old-fashioned notion that a happy marriage is the crown of a woman’s life.
BEATRIX POTTERIt sometimes happens that the town child is more alive to the fresh beauty of the country than a child who is country born..
BEATRIX POTTERI think if she lived in A little shoe-house That little old woman was Surely a mouse!
BEATRIX POTTERDon’t go into Mr. McGregor’s garden: your Father had an accident there; he was put in a pie by Mrs. McGregor.
BEATRIX POTTERI am worn to a raveling.
BEATRIX POTTERIn the time of swords and periwigs and full-skirted coats with flowered lappets.
BEATRIX POTTERI was a child then, I had no idea what the world would be like. I wished to trust myself on the waters and the sea.
BEATRIX POTTERThank 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.
BEATRIX POTTERI remember I used to half believe and wholly play with fairies when I was a child.
BEATRIX POTTERThen Mrs. Tiggy-winkle made tea – a cup for herself and a cup for Lucie. They sat before the fire on a bench and looked sideways at one another.
BEATRIX POTTERMrs. Tiggy-winkle’s hand, holding the tea-cup, was very very brown, and very very wrinkly with the soap-suds; and all through her gown and her cap, there were HAIRPINS sticking wrong end out; so that Lucie didn’t like to sit too near her.
BEATRIX POTTERWith opportunity the world is very interesting.
BEATRIX POTTERA 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.
BEATRIX POTTEROnce upon a time there were four little Rabbits, and their names were–Flopsy, Mopsy, Cottontail, and Peter.
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