What heaven can be more real than to retain the spirit-world of childhood?
BEATRIX POTTEROnce upon a time there were three kittens, and their names were Mitten, Tom Kitten, and Moppet. They had dear little fur coats of their own; and they tumbled about the doorstep and played in the dust.
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Sunday, January 27, 1884. — There was another story in the paper a week or so since.
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I think if she lived in A little shoe-house That little old woman was Surely a mouse!
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I 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.
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The place is changed now, and many familiar faces are gone, but the greatest change is myself.
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Mrs. 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.
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The shorter and the plainer the better.
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Once upon a time there were three kittens, and their names were Mitten, Tom Kitten, and Moppet. They had dear little fur coats of their own; and they tumbled about the doorstep and played in the dust.
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Here comes Peter Cottontail right down the bunny trail.
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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.
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So much perfection argues rottenness somewhere.
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It sometimes happens that the town child is more alive to the fresh beauty of the country than a child who is country born
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What heaven can be more real than to retain the spirit-world of childhood, tempered and balanced by knowledge and common-sense…
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I do so hate finishing books. I would like to go on with them for years.
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The woods were peopled by the mysterious good folk. The Lords and Ladies of the last century walked with me along the overgrown paths, and picked the old fashioned flowers among the box and rose hedges of the garden.
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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.
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