Wilbur never forget Charlotte. Although he loved her children and grandchildren dearly, none of the new spiders ever quite took her place in his heart. She was in class by herself. It is not often that someone comes along who is a true friend and a good writer. Charlotte was both.
When he recovered from his emotion, he spoke again.
"Why did you do all this for me?" He asked. "I don't deserve it. I've never done anything for you."
"You have been my friend." Replied Charlotte. "That in itself is a tremendous thing. I wove my webs for you because I liked you.
After all, what's a life, anyway? We're born, we live a little while, we die."
"The fair only comes once a year."
Mr. Arable gave Fern two quarters and two dimes. He gave Avery five dimes four nickels.
"Now run along!" He said.
"And remember, the money has to last all day. Don't spend it all the first few minutes."
"None of us do," said Dr. Dorian, sighing. "I'm a doctor. Doctors are supposed to understand everything. But I don't understand everything, and I don't intend to let it worry me."