Slice him where you like, a hellhound is always a hellhound.

“I hate you, I hate you!” cried Madeline, a thing I didn’t know anyone ever said except in the second act of a musical comedy.

To Herbert Westbrook, without whose never-failing advice, help, and encouragement this book would have been finished in half the time.

There is no surer foundation for a beautiful friendship than a mutual taste in literature.

At the age of eleven or thereabouts women acquire a poise and an ability to handle difficult situations which a man, if he is lucky, manages to achieve somewhere in the later seventies. P. G.

Boyhood, like measles, is one of those complaints which a man should catch young and have done with, for when it comes in middle life it is apt to be serious. P. G.