I love these little people; and it is not a slight thing when they, who are so fresh from God, love us. - Charles Dickens

It is no small thing, when they, who are so fresh from God, love us.

She was the most wonderful woman for prowling about the house. How she got from one story to another was a mystery beyond solution. A lady so decorous in herself, and so highly connected, was not to be suspected of dropping over the banisters or sliding down them, yet her extraordinary facility of locomotion suggested the wild idea.

This reminds me, Godmother, to ask you a serious question. You are as wise as wise can be (having been brought up by the fairies), and you can tell me this: Is it better to have had a good thing and lost it, or never to have had it?

O let us love our occupations,
Bless the squire and his relations,
Live upon our daily rations,
And always know our proper stations.