It is not a Christmas tree!” said the King, so firmly that all the girls stopped jumping about. “This is a house of mourning. It is nothing more than a tree. I thought it would...

It’s like dancing with a top!

He’s around the twist,’ said Azalea. ‘Breaking all the windows? He’s mad.”Ah, no,’ said the King. ‘It’s only madness if you actually do it. If you want to break all the windows in the house...

Down with tyranny!’ Bramble cried. ‘Aristocracy! Autocracy! Monocracy! Other ocracy things! You are outnumbered, sir! Surrender!

Mr. Bradford,” she said. “I’m not going to propose to you.”The twinkle in Mr. Bradford’s eyes faded. So did his smile. He managed to keep it on his face. It looked painful.”Oh,” he said.”Mr. Bradford?””Yes?””Would...

A muffled voice startled them both.”When are you going to kiss her?”They pulled away. In the ballroom windows, noses and hands pressed against the glass, were the girls. They stood among the prickly rosebushes, beaming...

Ah, Azalea,” said the King. “He’s not going to be the one proposing.”The springs in Azalea’s feet went poioioing.”Sorry?” she said.”You outrank him, you know.” The King shifted, uncomfortable. “It would be highly inappropriate for...

She looked at him, his soft brown eyes and tall form, and contemplated raising herself on her toes and kissing his ear, or his cheek…Instead, impulsively before leaving, she reached up and smoothed his mussed...

Oh, sir!” Lord Teddie bounced on his feet. “Sir, I read about this sort of thing once, sir! The only way to solve it is to kill both of them. It was in the Bible!”The...

The King had advertised the old magic tea set, but for some reason, no one wanted sugar teeth that could gouge their eyes out.