We went to New York in late Sept. Central Park was still green, every tree heavy with robins possibly the same robins that had haunted our lawn a few weeks earlier. It was wonderful, dogs and trees, the glimpses of the great buildings that ringed it.
The Conservatory Water of Stuart Little fame ( I am thinking book )
" (He was an adventurous little fellow and loved the feel of the breeze in his face and the cry of gulls overhead and the heave of the great swell under him) " Stuart Little
And of course Alice
" Things flow about so here!" she said at last in a plaintive tone, after she had spent a minute or so in vainly pursuing a bright thing, that looked sometimes like a doll and sometimes like a work-box, and was always in the shelf above the one she was looking at. Through the Looking Glass and What Alice Found There Lewis Carroll