It's always wrong from the beginning with you.

If you would only stop and ask your elders at first 'Is this wrong ?' before you go at it--" "But I couldn't do that, unless I had an idea that it was going to be wrong, even perhaps.

It always seems to me the rightest, sweetest, loveliest thing in the world--" "Now, Terry, how can you look me in the face and say you thought it was right to take a big, wet, lumbering watch-dog out of his kennel on a wet day and bring him upstairs to your nursery, dripping his wet over everything, and then dress him up--" "Oh, Nancy!" cried Terry, splitting into laughter and putting her hands before her face.

"Oh, now, wasn't it simply deliciously funny?
If you had only been there before he jumped! His eyes were so sweet under your frills, and his paws were so enchanting coming out of your sleeves.

And if it hadn't been for your spectacles--Now, tell me a story, Nancy, till it is time to go to Gran'ma." Terry was so true to her word, did so much reading and stitching and searching about for little things that were lost, that Granny and Nancy agreed to think her real conversion had begun through the breaking of the spectacles.