Carol's head ached as she trailed behind the unsmiling Calibrees along the block of booths. She chirruped at Kennicott, "Let's be wild! Let's ride on the merry-go-round and grab a gold ring!" Kennicott considered it, and mumbled to Calibree, "Thin

Three o'clock in the afternoon is always just a little too late or a little too early for anything you want to do.

Nonsense and beauty have close connections.

Never tell people how to do things. Tell them WHAT to do and they will surprise you with their ingenuity.

One learns to itch where one can scratch.