I Have Proved By Actual

Would You Be A Poet Before You've Been To School? Ah, Well! I Hardly Thought You So Absolute A Fool.

She Tried To Fancy What The Flame Of A Candle Is Like After The Candle Is Blown Out, For She Could Not Remember Ever Having Seen Such A Thing.

Where Do You Come From? And Where Are You Going? Look Up, Speak Nicely, And Don't Twiddle Your Fingers All The Time.

In A Wonderland They Lie, Dreaming As The Days Go By, Dreaming As The Summers Die: Ever Drifting Down The Stream- Lingering In The Golden Gleam- Life, What Is It But A Dream?

So She Was Considering In Her Own Mind...whether The Pleasure Of Making A Daisy-chain Would Be Worth The Trouble Of Getting Up & Picking The Daisies.