Nothing stands still, except in our memory.
If you don't get it, you don't get it....If you don't get it, you may yet.
A habit of solitude in early childhood is not easily broken. Indeed, it may prove lifelong.
You're very old, aren't you?Just as old as my tongue and a little older than my teeth.
And you probably have little idea of how delicious - how toothsome - how scrumptious - they are when eaten fresh. Of course, I have my worm larder - He corrected himself. Worm larders, well stocked, b...
1 am not up to anything, Cousin Edgar.
Good-bye, Mrs Bartholemew, said tom, shaking hands with stiff politeness; and thank you very much for having me.I shall look forward to our meeting again, said Mrs Bartholemew, equally primly. Tom wen...
He criss-crossed the kitchen-garden beyond the asparagus beds: fruit trees and strawberry beds and bean poles and a chicken-wire enclosure where raspberry canes and gooseberry bushes and currant bushe...
Was his brother’s name Cain?’ asked Tom. Hatty pretended not to have heard him. This was particularly irritating to Tom, as it was what he had to suffer from all the other people in the garden. ‘Becau...
I meant to ask Hatty questions about the garden,’ Tom wrote to Peter, ‘but somehow I forgot.’ He always forgot. In the daytime, in the Kitsons’ flat, he thought only of the garden, and sometimes he wo...