I do so hate finishing books. I would like to go on with them for years.
BEATRIX POTTERI do so hate finishing books. I would like to go on with them for years.
BEATRIX POTTERHere comes Peter Cottontail right down the bunny trail.
BEATRIX POTTEROnce upon a time there were four little Rabbits, and their names were–Flopsy, Mopsy, Cottontail, and Peter.
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 POTTERThank goodness my education was neglected.
BEATRIX POTTERSunday, January 27, 1884. — There was another story in the paper a week or so since.
BEATRIX POTTERPeter lost one of his shoes among the cabbages, and the other shoe amongst the potatoes.
BEATRIX POTTERThank goodness I was never sent to school; it would have rubbed off some of the originality.
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.
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 POTTERWe cannot stay home all our lives, we must present ourselves to the world and we must look upon it as an adventure.
BEATRIX POTTERThis is a fierce bad rabbit; look at his savage whiskers, and his claws and his turned-up tail.
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 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 POTTERWhat we call the highest and the lowest in nature are both equally perfect. A willow bush is as beautiful as the human form divine.
BEATRIX POTTERI have just made stories to please myself, because I never grew up.
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