I Said With Perfect Honest, "i Have

But The Uproar This Caused Was Nothing Compared With The Uproar When Katronia Noticed [rosie] Had Also Cut Her Eyelashes. Various Negotiations (including, Finally, Such Desperate Measures As "supposing You Ever Want To Eat Again") Eventually Produced The Grudging Promise That, In Return For Katronia Keeping Her Hair Cut Short, She Would Leave Her Eyelashes Alone.

Yes, I Am Letting My Own Experience Color My Answer, Which Is What Experience Is For.

I Said: "he Cannot Be So Bad If He Loves Roses So Much." "but He Is A Beast," Said Father Helplessly. I Saw That He Was Weakening, And Wishing Only To Comfort Him I Said, "cannot A Beast Be Tamed?"

One Keeps Searching For Ease, She Did Not Say, And Not Finding It, Till The Memories Of No-pain Seem Only Like Daydreams.

The Story Is Always Better Than Your Ability To Write It.