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.
BEATRIX POTTERHere comes Peter Cottontail right down the bunny trail.
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Thank goodness my education was neglected.
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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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I think prejudice and tradition count for three-quarters in matters of religion.
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Here comes Peter Cottontail right down the bunny trail.
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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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I hold that a strongly marked personality can influence descendants for generations.
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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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For quiet, solitary and observant children create their own world and live in it, nourishing their imaginations on the material at hand.
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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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We cannot stay home all our lives, we must present ourselves to the world and we must look upon it as an adventure.
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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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When gentlemen wore ruffles, and gold-laced waistcoats of paduasoy and taffeta – there lived a tailor in Gloucester.
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What heaven can be more real than to retain the spirit-world of childhood?
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Sunday, January 27, 1884. — There was another story in the paper a week or so since.
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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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