Luckier than others.       

To some of the best people I have had the pleasure to know.  I hope you all enjoy this lovely story.............

Here's to T-bone steaks, yellow roses and friendship. READ THIS!!!! 

And then reread it. Especially the last part...

I walked into the grocery store not particularly interested in buying groceries. I wasn't hungry. The pain of losing my husband of 7 years was still too raw. And this grocery store held so many sweet memories.

He often came with me and almost every time he'd pretend to go off and look for something special. I knew what he was up to.   I'd always spot him walking down the aisle with the three yellow roses in his hands. He knew I loved yellow roses.

With a heart filled with grief, I only wanted to buy my few items and leave, but even grocery shopping was different since he had passed on.  Shopping for one took time, a little more thought than it had for two.  Standing by the meat, I searched for the perfect small steak and remembered how he had loved his steak.  Suddenly a woman came beside me. She was blonde, slim and lovely in a soft green pantsuit. I watched as she picked up a large pack of T-bones, dropped them in her basket, hesitated, and then put them back...

She turned to go and once again reached for the pack of steaks. She saw me watching her and she smiled... "My husband loves T-bones, but honestly, at these prices, I don't know..." I swallowed the emotion down my throat and met her pale blue eyes. "My husband passed away eight days ago," I told her.

Glancing at the package in her hands, I fought to control the tremble in my voice. "Buy him the steaks. And cherish every moment you have together."

She shook her head and I saw the emotion in her eyes as she placed the package in her basket and wheeled away.  I turned and pushed my cart across the length of the store to the dairy products. There I stood; trying to decide which size milk I should buy.

Quart, I finally decided and moved on to the ice cream. If nothing else, I could always fix myself an ice cream cone. I placed the ice cream in my cart and looked down the aisle toward the front.

I saw first the green suit, and then recognized the pretty lady coming towards me. In her arms she carried a package. On her face was the brightest smile I had ever seen. I would swear a soft halo encircled her blonde hair as she kept walking toward me, her eyes holding mine.  As she came closer, I saw what she held and tears began misting in my eyes.  "These are for you", she said and placed three beautiful long stemmed yellow roses in my arms. "When you go through the line, they will know these are paid for". She leaned over and placed a gentle kiss on my cheek, then smiled again.

I wanted to tell her what she'd done, what the roses meant, but still unable to speak, I watched as she walked away as tears clouded my vision.  I looked down at the beautiful roses nestled in the green tissue wrapping and found it almost unreal. How did she know? Suddenly the answer seemed so clear. I wasn't alone. Oh, you haven't forgotten me, have you? I whispered, with tears in my eyes. He was still with me, and she was his angel.  Every day be thankful for what you have and who you are.

(Please read all of this, it is really nice)

This is a simple request. If you appreciate life, send this to your friends, including the person that sent it to you.  

Even though I clutch my blanket and growl when the alarm rings... 

Thank you Lord, which I can hear. There are many who are deaf.

Even though I keep my eyes closed against the morning light as long as possible. 

Thank you Lord, which I can see. Many are blind.

Even though I huddle in my bed and put off rising. 

Thank you, Lord that I have the strength to raise. There are many who are bedridden.

Even though the first hour of my day is hectic, when socks are lost, toast is burned and tempers are short, my children are so loud.  

Thank you Lord, for my family. There are many who are lonely.

Even though our breakfast table never looks like the pictures in magazines and the menu is at times unbalanced. 

Thank you, Lord, for the food we have... There are many who are hungry.

Even though the routine of my job often is monotonous...., 

Thank you Lord, for the opportunity to work. There are many who have no job.

Even though I grumble and bemoan my fate from day to day and wish my circumstances were not so modest.

Thank you Lord, for life.

A friend is someone we turn to when our spirits need a lift.  A friend is someone to treasure.  For friendship is a gift. A friend is someone who fills our lives with Beauty, Joy and Grace and makes the world we live in a better and happier place.

YOU ARE MY FRIEND!

Our Greatest Wealth                                                      

We are born with two eyes in front because we must not always look behind, but see what lies ahead beyond ourselves.                   

We are born to have two ears -- one left, one right -- so we can hear both sides, collect both the compliments and criticisms, to see which are right.                                                     

We are born with a brain concealed in a skull... then no matter how poor we are, we are still rich, for no one can steal what our brain contains, packing in more jewels and rings than you can think.           

We are born with two eyes, two ears, but one mouth... for the mouth is a sharp weapon.  It can hurt, flirt, and kill.  Remember our motto: talk less, listen and see more.                               

We are born with only one heart... deep in our ribs it reminds us to appreciate and give love from deep 

within...............................

NEVER CRY FOR ANY RELATION IN LIFE BECAUSE FOR THE ONE WHOM YOU CRY DOES NOT DESERVE YOUR TEARS AND THE ONE WHO DESERVES WILL NEVER LET YOU CRY......... ........

TREAT EVERYONE WITH POLITENESS EVEN THOSE WHO ARE RUDE TO YOU, NOT BECAUSE THEY ARE NOT NICE BUT BECAUSE YOU ARE NICE........ ......... ......

YOU CAN'T MAKE SOMEONE LOVE YOU.   ALL YOU CAN DO IS BE SOMEONE WHO CAN BE LOVED, THE REST IS UPTO THE PERSON TO REALIZE YOUR WORTH....... ......... .....

NEVER SEARCH YOUR HAPPINESS IN OTHERS WHICH WILL MAKE YOU FEEL ALONE, RATHER SEARCH IT IN YOURSELF YOU WILL FEEL HAPPY EVEN IF YOU ARE LEFT ALONE....... ......... ......

ALWAYS HAVE A POSITIVE ATTITUDE IN LIFE. THERE IS SOMETHING POSITIVE IN EVERY PERSON.   EVEN A STOPPED WATCH IS RIGHT TWICE A DAY......... .....

HAPPINESS ALWAYS LOOKS SMALL WHEN WE HOLD IT IN OUR HANDS.  BUT WHEN WE LEARN TO SHARE IT, WE REALIZE HOW BIG AND PRECIOUS IT IS!................

This is How Friendships Break: Both Friends will think that they are 2 busy and will not contact thinking it may be disturbing.   As time passes both will think "let the other contact".   After a while, each will think, "why should I contact first".   Here your love will gradually be converted to pride.  Finally without contact the memory becomes weak.  They forget each other.  One day they will meet and blame one another.  So Keep in touch with all your friends. Pass this to all your friends…I don’t want to be one of those kinds of friends.  So here I am saying, Hi!

Pls read it .................

At last the press has shown courage. Please read it and pass it on. This is a damning verdict on the Congress government. LETTER TO PRIME MINISTER BY PRAKASH BAJAJ (EDITOR TOI)  This is "food for thought" for every Indian... Must Read ! Very Powerfully Worded. Bravo - Prakash Bajaj, Editor of Times of India . LETTER OF THE EDITOR OF "THE TIMES OF INDIA " TO THE PRIME MINISTER OF INDIA Dear Mr. Prime minister, I am a typical mouse from Mumbai. In the local train compartment which has capacity of 100 persons, I travel with 500 more mice. Mouse at least squeaks, but we don't even do that.  Today I heard your speech, in which you said, 'NO BODY WOULD BE SPARED'. I would like to remind you that fourteen years have passed since serial bomb blasts in Mumbai took place. Dawood was the main conspirator. Till today he is not caught. All our Bollywood actors, our builders, our Gutka king keep meeting him, but your Government can not catch him. Reason is simple; all your ministers are hand in glove with him. If any attempt is made to catch him, everybody will be exposed. Your statement 'NOBODY WOULD BE SPARED' is nothing but a cruel joke on these unfortunate people of India . Enough is enough. As such, after seeing terrorist attack carried out by about a dozen young boys, I realize that if same thing continues, days are not far away when terrorists will attack by air, destroy our nuclear reactors and there will be one more Hiroshima . We the people are left with only one mantra. Womb to Bomb to Tomb. You promised Mumbaikar Shanghai; what you have given us is Jalianwala Baug. Today only your home minister resigned. What took you so long to kick out this joker? Only reason was that he was loyal to Gandhi family. Loyalty to Gandhi family is more important than blood of innocent people, isn't it?  I am born and brought up in Mumbai for last fifty eight years. Believe me, corruption in Maharashtra is worse than that in Bihar .. Look at all the politicians, Sharad Pawar, Chagan Bhujbal, Narayan Rane, Bal Thackray , Gopinath Munde, Raj Thackray, Vilasrao Deshmukh all are rolling in money. Vilasrao Deshmukh is one of the worst Chief ministers I have seen. His only business is to increase the FSI every other day, make money and send it to Delhi , so Congress can fight next election.Now the clown has found new way and will increase FSI for fishermen, so they can build concrete houses right on sea shore. Next time terrorists can comfortably live in those houses, enjoy the beauty of the sea and then attack our Mumbai at their will.  Recently, I had to purchase a house in Mumbai. I met about two dozen builders. Everybody wanted about 30% in black. A common person like me knows this and with all your intelligent agency & CBI, you and your finance ministers are not aware of it. Where all the black money goes? To the underworld isn't it? Our politicians take help of these goondas to vacate people by force. I myself was victim of it. If you have time please come to me, I will tell you everything.  If this has been a land of fools, idiots, then I would not have ever cared to write to you this letter. Just see the tragedy. On one side we are reaching moon, people are so intelligent; and on the other side, you politicians have converted nectar into deadly poison. I am everything Hindu, Muslim, Christian, Schedule caste, OBC, Muslim OBC, Christian Schedule caste, and Creamy Schedule caste; only what I am not is INDIAN. You politicians have raped every part of Mother India by your policy of divide and rule.  Take example of our Former President Abdul Kalam. Such an intelligent person; such a fine human being. But you politician didn't even spare him and instead choose a worthless lady who had corruption charges and insignificant local polititian of Jalgaon WHO'S NAME ENTIRE COUNTRY HAD NOT HEARD BEFORE. Its simple logic your party just wanted a rubber stamp in the name of president. Imagine SHE IS SUPREME COMMANDAR OF INDIA'S THREE DEFENCE FORCES. what moral you will expect from our defence forces ? Your party along with opposition joined hands, because politicians feel they are supreme and there is no place for good person.  Dear Mr Prime minister, you are one of the most intelligent persons, a most learned person. Just wake up, be a real SARDAR. First and foremost, expose all selfish politicians. Ask Swiss banks to give names of all Indian account holders. Give reins of CBI to independent agency. Let them find wolves among us. There will be political upheaval, but that will be better than dance of death which we are witnessing every day. Just give us ambience where we can work honestly and without fear. Let there be rule of law. Everything else will be taken care of.  Choice is yours Mr. Prime Minister. Do you want to be lead by one person, or you want to lead the nation of 100 Crore people?

A person should not be too honest. Straight trees are cut first

"Even if a snake is not poisonous, it should pretend to be venomous."

"The biggest guru-mantra is: Never share your secrets with anybody. It will destroy you."

"There is some self-interest behind every friendship. There is no friendship without self-interests. This is a bitter truth."

"Before you start some work, always ask yourself three questions – Why am I doing it? What the results might be? and will I be successful?  Only when you think deeply and find satisfactory answers to these questions, go ahead."

"As soon as the fear approaches near, attack and destroy it."

"The world's biggest power is the youth and beauty of a woman."

"Once you start a working on something, don't be afraid of failure and don't abandon it. People who work sincerely are the happiest."

"The fragrance of flowers spreads only in the direction of the wind. But the goodness of a person spreads in all direction."

"A man is great by deeds, not by birth."

"Never make friends with people who are above or below you in status. Such friendships will never give you any happiness."

"Treat your kid like a darling for the first five years. For the next five years, scold them. By the time they turn sixteen, treat them like a friend. Your grown up children are your best friends."

"Education is the best friend. An educated person is respected everywhere.  Education beats the beauty and the youth."

"Books are as useful to a stupid person as a mirror is useful to a blind person."

While talking to anybody there should be always a question in the mind “Why this person is talking on this matter with me?  What he wanted to do with my words?

This is quite relevant in the present context.  Read on.

Long ago, there lived a King. This King should have been contented with his life, given all the riches and luxuries he had.  However, this was not the case! The King always found himself wondering why he just never seemed content with his life. Sure, he had the attention of everyone wherever he went, attended fancy dinners and parties, but somehow, he still felt something was lacking and he couldn't put his finger on it.  One day, the King had woken up earlier than usual to stroll around his palace. He entered his huge living room and came to a stop when he heard someone happily singing away... following this singing... he saw that one of the servants was singing and had a very contented look on his face.  This fascinated the King and he summoned this man to his chambers. The man, his servant, entered the King's chambers as ordered.  The King asked why he was so happy?

To this the man replied: "Your Majesty, I am nothing but a servant, but I make enough of a living to keep my wife and children happy.  We don't need too much, a roof over our heads and warm food to fill our tummy. My wife and children are my inspiration; they are content with whatever little I bring home. I am happy because my family is happy."

Hearing this, the King dismissed the servant and summoned his Personal Assistant to his chambers. The King related his personal anguish about his feelings and then related the story of the servant to his Personal Assistant, hoping that some how, he will be able to come up with some reasoning that here was a King who could have anything he wished for at a snap of his fingers and yet was not contented, whereas, his servant, having so little was extremely contented.

The Personal Assistant listened attentively and came to a conclusion.  He said, "Your Majesty, I believe that the servant has not been made part of The 99 Club."

"The 99 Club? And what exactly is that?" the King inquired.

To which the Assistant replied, "Your Majesty, to truly know what The 99 Club is, you will have to do the following... place 99 Gold coins in a bag and leave it at this servant's doorstep, you will then understand what The 99 Club is."

That very same evening, the King arranged for 99 Gold coins to be placed in a bag at the servant's doorstep. Although he was slightly hesitant and he thought he should have put 100 Gold coins into the bag, but since his assistant had advised him to put 99, that is what he did.

The servant was just stepping out of his house when he saw a bag at his doorstep. Wondering about its contents, he took it into his house and opened the bag. When he opened the bag, he let out a great big shout of joy...Gold Coins... so many of them. He could hardly believe it. He called his wife to show her the coins.  He then took the bag to a table and emptied it out and began to count the coins. Doing so, he realised that there were 99 coins and he thought it was an odd number so he counted again, and again and again only to come to the same conclusion... 99 Gold Coins.

He began to wonder, what could have happened to that last 1 coin? 

For no one would leave 99 coins. He began to search his entire house, looked around his backyard for hours, not wanting to lose out on that one coin. Finally, exhausted, he decided that he was going to have to work harder than ever to make up for that 1 Gold coin to make his entire collection an even 100 Gold Coins.

He got up the next morning, in an extremely horrible mood, shouting at the children and his wife for his delay, not realising that he had spent most of the night conjuring ways of working hard so that he had enough money to buy himself that gold coin. He went to work as usual - only not in his usual best mood, singing happily - as he grumpily did his daily errands.  Seeing the man's attitude change so rustically, the King was puzzled.  He promptly summoned his assistant to his chambers. The King related his thoughts about the servant and once again, his assistant listened. The King could not believe that the servant who until yesterday had been singing away and was happy and content with his life had taken a sudden change of attitude, even though he should have been happier after receiving the gold coins.

To this the assistant replied "Ah! But your Majesty, the servant has now officially joined The 99 Club." He explained: "The 99 Club is just a name given to those people who have everything but yet are never contented, therefore they are always working hard and striving for that extra 1 to round it out to 100!

We have so much to be thankful for and we can live with very little in our lives, but the minute we are given something bigger and better, we want even more!

We are not the same happy contented person we used to be, we want more and more and by wanting more and more we don't realise the price we pay for it. We lose our sleep our happiness; we hurt the people around us just as a price to pay for our growing needs and desires. That is what joining The 99 Club is all about”.

Hearing this King decided that from that day onwards, he was going to start appreciating all the little things in life.  Striving for more is always good, but let's not strive so hard and for so much that we lose all those near and dear to our hearts, we shouldn't compromise our happiness for moments of luxuries!

THE STORY OF A MONKEY..... There once was a happy monkey wandering the jungle, eating delicious fruits when hungry, and resting when tired. One day he came upon a house, where he saw a bowl of the most beautiful apples. He took one in each hand and ran back into the forest. He sniffed the apples and smelt nothing. He tried to eat them, but hurt his teeth. They were made of wood, but they were beautiful, and when the other monkeys saw them, he held onto them even tighter. He admired his new possessions proudly as he wandered the jungle. They glistened red in the sun, and seemed perfect to him. He became so attached to them, that he didn't even notice his hunger at first. A fruit tree reminded him, but he felt the apples in his hands. He couldn't bear to set them down to reach for the fruit. In fact, he couldn't relax, either, if he was to defend his apples. A proud, but less happy monkey continued to walk along the forest trails. The apples became heavier, and the poor little monkey thought about leaving them behind. He was tired, hungry, and he couldn't climb trees or collect fruit with his hands full. What if he just let go? Letting go of such valuable things seemed crazy, but what else could he do? He was so tired. Seeing the next fruit tree, and smelling it's fruit was enough. He dropped the wooden apples and reached up for his meal. He was happy again. Letting Go Of Wooden Apples Like that little monkey, we sometimes carry things that seem too valuable to let go. A man carries an image of himself as "productive" - carries it like a shiny wooden apple. But in reality, his busyness leaves him tired, and hungry for a better life. Still, letting go seems crazy. Even his worries are sacred apples - they prove he's "doing everything he can." He holds onto them compulsively. This is a hard thing to see. We identify so strongly with our things even, feeling pain when our cars are dented. How much more powerfully do we identify with our beliefs and self-ideas? Yet they don't always feed our souls, do they? And we become tired of defending them. How else could the story end? The monkey might be found dead of hunger, under a beautiful tree, with fruit within reach, but still grasping his wooden apples. I chose to end it with him letting go, because only with open hands can we receive.

Subject: This is Truly true wisdom

Try to spend some time on this mail. I assure it will fetch you tons of positive mood.   Be a little Frog........
 

Once upon a time there was a bunch of tiny frogs.... who arranged a running competition.

The goal was to reach the top of a very high tower.

A big crowd had gathered around the tower to see the race and cheer on the contestants....

The race began....

Honestly:

No one in the crowd really believed that the tiny frogs would reach the top of the tower.

You heard statements such as:

"Oh, WAY too difficult!!"

"They will NEVER make it to the top."

or:

"Not a chance that they will succeed. The tower is too high!"


The tiny frogs began collapsing. One by one....

Except for those, who in a fresh tempo, were climbing higher and higher....

The crowd continued to yell,  "It is too difficult!!! No one will make it!"

More tiny frogs got tired and gave up....

But ONE continued higher and higher and higher....

This one wouldn't give up!


At the end everyone else had given up climbing the tower. Except for the one tiny frog who, after a big effort, was the only one who reached the top!

THEN all of the other tiny frogs naturally wanted to know how this one frog managed to do it?


A contestant asked the tiny frog how he had found the strength to succeed and reach the goal?

It turned out....

That the winner was DEAF!!!!



You know the wisdom of this story:

Never listen to other people's tendencies to be
negative or pessimistic....   because they take your most wonderful dreams and wishes away from you -- the ones you have in your heart!

Always think of the power words have.

Because everything you hear and read will affect your actions!

Therefore:

ALWAYS be.... POSITIVE!
And above all:

Be DEAF when people tell YOU that you cannot fulfill your dreams!

Always think:

God and I can do this!

Pass this message on to 5 "tiny frogs" you care about. Give them some motivation!!!

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Most people walk in and out of your life......but FRIENDS leave footprints in your heart

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To The World You Might Be One Person; But To One Person You Might Be the World

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If you fall down 10 times,
Stand up 11

With Warm Regards

lovely story

Lovely Rose at 87

The first day of school our professor introduced himself and challenged 

us

to get to know someone we didn't already know. I stood up to look 

around

when a gentle hand touched my shoulder. I turned around to find a 

wrinkled,

little old lady beaming up at me with a smile that lit up her entire 

being.

She said, "Hi handsome. My name is Rose. I'm eighty-seven years old. 

Can I

give you a hug?"

I laughed and enthusiastically responded, "Of course you may!" and she 

gave

me a giant squeeze.

Why are you in college at such a young, innocent age?" I asked.

She jokingly replied, "I'm here to meet a rich husband, get married, 

and

have a couple of kids..."

"No seriously," I asked. I was curious what may have motivated her to 

be

taking on this challenge at her age.

"I always dreamed of having a college education and now I'm getting 

one!"

she told me.

After class we walked to the student union building and shared a 

chocolate

milkshake.

We became instant friends. Every day for the next three months we would

leave class together and talk nonstop. I was always mesmerized 

listening to

this "time machine" as she shared her wisdom and experience with me.

Over the course of the year, Rose became a campus icon and she easily 

made

friends wherever she went. She loved to dress up and she reveled in the

attention bestowed upon her from the other students. She was living it 

up.

At the end of the semester we invited Rose to speak at our football

banquet. I'll never forget what she taught us. She was introduced and

stepped up to the podium. As she began to deliver her prepared speech, 

she

dropped her three by five cards on the floor. Frustrated and a little

embarrassed she leaned into the microphone and simply said, "I'm sorry 

I'm

so jittery. I gave up beer for Lent and this whiskey is killing me! 

I'll

never get my speech back in order so let me just tell you what I know."

As we laughed she cleared her throat and began, "We do not stop playing

because we are old; we grow old because we stop playing. There are only

four secrets to staying young, being happy, and achieving success. You 

have

to laugh and find humor every day. You've got to have a dream. When you

lose your dreams, you die. We have so many people walking around who 

are

dead and don't even know it! There is a huge difference between growing

older and growing up. If you are nineteen years old and lie in bed for 

one

full year and don't do one productive thing, you will turn twenty years

old. If I am eighty-seven years old and stay in bed for a year and 

never do

anything I will turn eighty-eight.

Anybody can grow older. That doesn't take any talent or ability. The 

idea

is to grow up by always finding opportunity in change. Have no regrets. 

The

elderly usually don't have regrets for what we did, but rather for 

things

we did not do. The only people who fear death are those with regrets."

She concluded her speech by courageously singing "The Rose." She 

challenged

each of us to study the lyrics and live them out in our daily lives.

At the year's end Rose finished the college degree she had begun all 

those

years ago. One week after graduation Rose died peacefully in her sleep.

Over two thousand college students attended her funeral in tribute to 

the

wonderful woman who taught by example that it's never too late to be 

all

you can possibly be. When you finish reading this, please send this

peaceful word of advice to your friends and family, they'll really 

enjoy

it! These words have been passed along in loving memory of ROSE.

REMEMBER, GROWING OLDER IS MANDATORY. GROWING UP IS OPTIONAL.

We make a Living by what we get, We make a Life by what we give. God

promises a safe landing, not a calm passage. If God brings you to it, 

He

will bring you through it.

"Good friends are like stars.........You don't always see them, but you

know they are always there."

story starting form letter W

The 479-word story consists only of words beginning with a 'W' and only 17 of those words are hyphenated compounds.

'Warm weather, Walter! Welcome warm weather! We were wishing winter would wane, weren't we?'

'We were well wearied with waiting,' whispered Waiter wearily. Wan, white, woe-begone was Walter; wayward, willful, worn with weakness, wasted, waxing weaker whenever winter's wild, withering winds were wailing. Wholly without waywardness was Winifred, Walter's wise, womanly watcher, who, with winsome, wooing way, was well-beloved.

'We won't wait, Walter; while weather's warm we'll wander where woodlands wave, won't we?'

Walter's wanton wretchedness wholly waned. 'Why, Winnie, we'll walk where we went when we were with Willie; we'll weave wildflower wreaths, watch woodmen working; woodlice, worms wriggling; windmills whirling; watermills wheeling; we will win wild whortleberries, witness wheat winnowed.'

Wisbeach woods were wild with wildflowers; warm, westerly winds whispered where willows were waving; wood-pigeons, wrens, woodpeckers were warbling wild woodnotes. Where Wisbeach water-mill's waters, which were wholly wave-less, widened, were water-lilies, waxen white. Winifred wove wreaths with woodbine, white-horn, wallflowers; whilst Walter whittled wooden wedges with willow wands.

Wholly without warning, wild wet winds woke within Wisbeach woods, whistling where Winifred wandered with Walter; weeping willows were wailing weirdly; waging war with wind-tossed waters. Winifred's wary watchfulness waked.

'Walter, we won't wait.'

'Which way, Winnie?'

Winifred wavered. 'Why, where were we wandering?  Wisbeach woods widen whichever way we walk. Where's Wisbeach white wicket, where's Winston's water-mill?'

Wistfully, Walter witnessed Winifred's wonder. 'Winnie, Winnie, we were wrong, wholly wrong; wandering within wild ways. Wayfaring weather-beaten waifs, well-nigh worn-out.'

Winifred waited where, within wattle woodwork walls, wagons, wheelbarrows, wains were waiting, weighty with withered wood. Walter, warmly wrapped with Winifred's well-worn wadded waterproof, was wailing woefully, wholly wearied. Winnie, who, worn with watching, well-nigh weeping, was wistfully, wakefully waiting Willie's well-known whistle, wholly wished Walter's well-being warranted.

With well-timed wisdom, Walter was wound with wide, worsted wrappers, which wonderfully well-withstood winter's withering, whistling winds. Wholly without warm wrappers was Winifred, who, with womanly wisdom, was watching Walter's welfare, warding Walter's weakness.

'When will Willie wend where we wait?' wearily wondered Walter.

'Whist, Walter,' whispered Winnie, 'who was whooping?'

'Whereabouts?'

Welcome whistling was waking Wisbeach woods when winter's windy warfare waxed weaker.

'Winnie! Walter!'

Winifred's wakefulness was well-grounded. 'We're well, Willie; we're where Winston's wagons wait.' Without waiting, Willie was within Winston's woodwork walls.

'Welcome, welcome, Willie.' Winnie was weeping with weariness with watching Walter, weak with wayfaring.

'Why Winnie! Wise, watchful, warm-hearted Winnie,' Willie whispered wheedlingly. 'We won't weep; Walter's well. What was Walter without Winnie?'

Wholly wonderful was Winifred's well-timed womanly wisdom, which well warranted weakly Walter's welfare. Whenever wandering within Wisbeach woods with Winnie, Walter would whisper, 'what was Walter without Winnie? Wise, watchful, warm-hearted Winnie!'