Thank goodness, I am not a child, said Lady Mandeville, turning over a collection of those juvenile tomes, which are to make the rising generation so much wiser than their grandfathers or grandmothers—catechisms of conchology, geology, mathematical questions for infants, geography, astronomy; the child may be 'father to the man;' but the said father must have had some trouble with his offspring.

Supplementing Lord Borthwick's guardianship of the Queen with the chaperonage of one hundred and fifty hagbutters, the Duke left the Castle by night at the head of fifty hagbutters and as many friends as he could collect.

One might have imagined that it could only have been Dr. Seuss who had thought up and named the zedonk—the animal produced when a male zebra mates with a female donkey!

That night she finds a locket on her pillow. Gold, in the shape of a heart, Cupids jessant round the perimeter.