quot;Just look at tulips.  hey were real crackers

    t be lovelier.  I am very glad I ravelled.

    travel improves th all ones

    prejudices.quot;

    quot;t t; said a big

    Roman Candle; quot;t ake

    you to see it t;

    quot;Any place you love is to you,quot; exclaimed a pensive

    Cattaco an old deal box in early

    life, and prided ; quot;but love is not

    fass .  te so much

    about it t nobody believed t surprised.  true

    love suffers, and is silent.  I remember myself once -  But it is

    no matter no.quot;

    quot;Nonsense!quot; said t;Romance never dies.  It is like

    the bride and bridegroom, for

    instance, love eac this

    morning from a broridge, aying in

    test Court ne;

    But t;Romance is dead, Romance

    is dead, Romance is dead,quot; shose

    people hing over and over a

    great many times, it becomes true in the end.

    Suddenly, a shey all looked round.

    It came from a tall, supercilious-looking Rocket, o

    tick.  he always coughed before he made any

    observation, so as to attract attention.

    quot;A; ened except the poor

    Catill shaking her head, and murmuring,

    quot;Romance is dead.quot;

    quot;Order! order!quot; cried out a Cracker.  hing of a

    politician, and aken a prominent part in the local

    elections, so ary expressions to use.

    quot;Quite dead,quot; o

    sleep.

    As soon as t silence,