the dreams of childhood - it's airy fables, its graceful, beautiful, humane, impossible adornments of the world beyond; so good to be believed in once, so good to be remembered when outgrown...

“I really am a little afraid, my dear,” hinted the cherub meekly, “that you are …”

“Scattered wits take a long time in picking up.”

“Everybody said so.Far be it from me to assert that what everybody says must be …”

“Marley was dead, to begin with ... This must be distintly understood, or nothin…”