THE DAILY MAIL.--'Mr. Grahame's book will bring youth and joy into many a jaded heart.' THE HEADSWOMAN THE BOOKMAN.--'Mr. Grahame's cleverness does not forsake him when he attempts satire. "The Headswoman" is a pretty bit of foolery.' THE LITERARY WORLD.--'A delightful little tale with a tinge of satire in it. For gracefulness of style and charm in the telling of a story it is in the front rank, and that is saying a great deal.' MR. W. L. COURTNEY IN DAILY TELEGRAPH.--'Well, we are more than a trifle dull, _nous autres_; and we should be grateful to Mr. Kenneth Grahame for throwing in a story or two of his own as often as he can. Happy Mr. Grahame, who can weave romances so well.' THE DUNDEE ADVERTISER.--'Humour is not dead amongst us, for Kenneth Grahame's witty little romance of "The Headswoman" brims over with it.' THE SCOTSMAN.--'Mr. Grahame has written a most charming book, which cannot fail to delight all who were once children.' THE GOLDEN AGE MR. I. ZANGWILL IN PALL MALL MAGAZINE.--'No more enjoyable interpretation of the child's mind has been accorded us since Stevenson's "Child's Garden of Verses." MR. A. C. SWINBURNE IN THE DAILY CHRONICLE SAYS,--'The art of writing adequately and acceptively about children is among the rarest and most precious of all arts. . . . "The Golden Age" is one of the few books which are well-nigh too praiseworthy for praise.' THE NATIONAL OBSERVER.--'If there is a man or woman living who cannot read this book with delight, to him or her we offer our pity and compassion.' PROFESSOR J. SULLY.--'Quite lately more than one serious attempt has been made to give childhood its due in fiction. A notable instance is Mr. Kenneth Grahame's pictures from child-life.' PAGAN PAPERS THE ACADEMY.--'Rarely does one meet with an author whose wit is so apt, whose touches of sentiment are so genuine. His paper on tobacco is good reading, though one remembers Calverley and the Arcadian mixture; the eulogy on the loafer is second only to Mr. Stevenson's praise of "The Idler." There is too a distinct flavour of poetry in much of Mr. Grahame's works. One could have wished "White Poppies" had been written in verse, were not the prose of it so delicate and adequate.'