And we've had extraordinary luck"-- Maggie had made that point; "we've never lost anything yet.

And the finest objects are often the smallest.

Values, in lots of cases, you must know, have nothing to do with size.

But there's nothing, however tiny," she had wound up, "that we've missed." "I like the class," he had laughed for this, "in which you place me! I shall be one of the little pieces that you unpack at the hotels, or at the worst in the hired houses, like this wonderful one, and put out with the family photographs and the new magazines.

But it's something not to be so big that I have to be buried." "Oh," she had returned, "you shall not be buried, my dear, till you're dead.