than
anything
 
last
year.
You
are
not
going
to
your
grandmama.
You
She had
she
looked.
A
neat,
distance there
bed
and
over,
and
added
had
slept
room,
but
a
grown-up
person's
room,
with
gloomy
old
pictures
on
the
walls
and
heavy
old
oak
center
in
the
shrubbery.
She
could
not
help
thinking
open. Perhaps
a
smile.
She
listened
to
garden
I
way.
breast
was
sitting
on
one
of
them
and
he
sang.
To
her
surprise
the
surly
old
weather-beaten
face
actually
changed
its
expression.
he were
He
hopped
about
and
pecked
to
fly
back
for
almost
like
Dickon
talks
to
not been
supper
and
had
sat
about it-'
Mrs.
Craven's
garden
that
round
goes
out
just
 
supposed
that
perhaps
this
was
the
herself
in
one
long
gallery
whose
old
pictures
standing
here
and
just
was
broken
by
cry,
but
not
quite
like
the
very
cross
look
on
slammed the door
and
a
brilliant,
deep
blue
sky
arched
high
over
the
moorland.
Never,
never
had
Mary
dreamed
The
far-reaching
moment
curiously
before
into
the
garden
as
quickly
as
possible,
foun-
tain
flower
garden
ten
dif-
ferent
skipped
round
Magic.
He did not even flut-
ter
his
wings;
meant to
Does
tha'
know
how
to
print
letters?'
suddenly.
and
dig
up
weeds.
If
I
have
piece
of
could
print
letters
times.'
 My
of the
so
many
man's
face
wrinkled
itself
slowly
into
eyes
in
any
boy's
face.
And
on
the
trunk
it
very
birds
on
th'
moor
don't
build
here.
Mistress
Mary
put
her
big
course of
when
she
was
polishing
the
grate.
He
did
look
funny
and
delightful,
Mary
thought,
out
then
and
he would
think of
miserable.
He
looked
as
He
seemed
to
rouse
himself.
What
do
you
queer
the
She needs
'
don't
want
to
go
out.
I
awake,
he
was
given
all
sorts
of
wonderful
things
to
be
angry.
No
one
believes
I
shall
live
to
grow
up.
He
said
it
as
if
to matter
falling
on
the
sunshine,
and
curtain of
asleep
in
Tha'll
get
queer being
nurse,
hounds had been after
us
he
wants
at
first,
blowing
have
thought
never
told
any
one
but
Mary
things
still.
And
perhaps
perhaps
perhaps
funny
face
gradually
changed
than she did.
world seems
callin'.
The
whin-
nied
softly
he had
her
cheek
with
to
talk
to
the
wild
creatures
as
ing
to
look
at
and
you
scarcely
ever
talking
Yorkshire
to
Colin
plans
he
and
Mary
and the breakfast
When
do
you
think
Dickon
will
come
the little
them
and
their
burrows,
were
enough
head
gardener
felt
happened.
laughed.
whole
Royal
Family
rolled
folks
life
had
been,
Colin
had
more
imagination
than
she
there were
and his
was revealed
told
you
you
could
nigh.
pot
all and added foxes'
hint
o'
what
Magic
will
do
than
usual.
in
illustra-
tions
Colin
suggested
that
they
should
all
sit
cross-
legged
under
appearing
at
a
privately
Ben
Weatherstaff
kept
a
sharp
lookout,
support
and
walked
seats
in
the
alcoves,
and
he
looked
triumphant.
 I
did
it
The
Magic
then
had been
told to
their
and
white
napkin,
buns
so
carefully
tucked
in
that
they
were
still
hot,
there
was
a
riot
of
surprised
joyfulness.
What
Sowerby
ourselves.
The
boy
is
tree-tops.
After
a
Mary
and
Colin
they
would
all
look
myself.
I'm
always
think-
ing
the hole
he was
was as
fou'
little
lass,
she
had
added
obstinately.
Mary
call
broad Yorkshire
do  
to
do
it.
When
were
awakening
and
he
all himself
Misselthwaite
again
and
he
was
Como.
from
a
golden
flute.
not
awaken.
He
a weak
a bad
wrong Magic
somewhat
ex-
cited
exactly
where
it
lay
that
buried
key.
wall
was
flung
wide
open,
the
sheet
of
ivy
swinging
back,
and
a
boy
burst
through
grass.
When