long long ago
a practical youngster of seven years, made the proposition that there should be an exhibition of Puggie's burial-place for all who lived in the lane.
the price of admission was to be a trouser button, for every boy would be sure to have one, and each might also give one for a little girl.
This proposal was adopted by acclamation.
And all the children out of the lane- yes, even out of the ittle lane at the back- flocked to the place, and each gave a button hose documents put forward a simple vision of human affairs, and they enshrine several core principles -- that all men and women are created equal.
and possess certain fundamental rights; that government should reflect the will of the people and respond to their wishes; that commerce should be open, information freely accessible; and that laws, and not simply men, should guarantee the administration of justice.

I looked again, this time more carefully. The heart was still there and there was a suggestion of an arrow through it.
The letters on one side were indistinct, but on the other an 'R' was clearly visible with what looked like an 'I' after it. "Some budding romance?" I asked, "did you know who they were?" I turned away, sick at heart.