"ARE they, Goldilocks ?" "Are they what?
I've told you a dozen times to stop calling me that.

I had a doll once that I named Goldilocks, and I melted her nose off--she was wax--and you always remind me of the horrible expression it gave to her face.

I'd go every day and take her out of the bureau-drawer and look at her, and then cry my eyes out.

Won't you come and sit down, Georgie?
There's room.

Now, what was the discussion, and how far had we got?
Aunt Phoebe, I don't believe it has raised a bit lately.