I fear that we shall be obliged to leave this pudding
BEATRIX POTTERPeter was not very well during the evening. His mother put him to bed, and made some chamomile tea: “One table-spoonful to be taken at bedtime.
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Peter lost one of his shoes among the cabbages, and the other shoe amongst the potatoes.
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I remember I used to half believe and wholly play with fairies when I was a child.
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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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Then 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.
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When gentlemen wore ruffles, and gold-laced waistcoats of paduasoy and taffeta – there lived a tailor in Gloucester.
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Thank goodness I was never sent to school; it would have rubbed off some of the originality.
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What we call the highest and the lowest in nature are both equally perfect. A willow bush is as beautiful as the human form divine.
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In the time of swords and periwigs and full-skirted coats with flowered lappets.
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The shorter and the plainer the better.
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There is something delicious about writing the first words of a story. You never quite know where they’ll take you.
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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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So much perfection argues rottenness somewhere.
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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.
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This is a fierce bad rabbit; look at his savage whiskers, and his claws and his turned-up tail.
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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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