SUMMER DAYS 



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stand it much better if you said that you could 

 not remember your last one, because the last one 

 is so like all the others that there is nothing very 

 special to remember. But the first one — dear me ! 

 I believe that I can remember every single thing 

 that happened, because every single thing was 

 new to me. It was new to me to see the grass 

 grow, and the flowers come out, and the butterflies 

 flitting about, and the birds making their nests in 

 the banks and hedges. It was all new, and it was 

 all lovely. I don't see how you people get any fun 

 out of life at all. Things must happen over and 

 over again so often that they cease to be amusing. 

 You always have breakfast in the same room, and 

 sleep in the same bed, and you do everything day 

 after day at the same time and in the same way. 

 You wash yourself in the same silly bath, with the 

 same silly sponge. 



What did I hear you say ? I was going on to 

 tell you a whole pile of stupid things which you do 

 at just the same time and in just the same way, and 

 then you go and interrupt. You really are rather 

 trying to my temper. You wear diflerent clothes, 

 do you ? — especially on Sundays — while I always 

 wear the same silly old fur coat. Well ! That is 

 rather a clever idea for you, but it is just wrong. 



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