And I mean flushed in the non-bathroom sort of way Weighing my pockets with stones of longing |
�No, that will never do,� said she, �because I know that the Chinaman and the pot-pourri jar were lovers once, and there always remains behind a feeling of good-will between those who have been so intimate as that. No, there is nothing left for us but to go out into the wide world.�
of story books at 4:57 p.m. |