A Person Who Was Clever Ought To

Magic Is In Her Just As It Is In Dickon," Said Colin. "it Makes Her Think Of Ways To Do Things - Nice Things.

Perhaps I Have Not Really A Good Temper At All, But If You Have Everything You Want And Everyone Is Kind To You, How Can You Help But Be Good-tempered? Perhaps I'm A Hideous Child, And No One Will Ever Know, Just Because I Never Have Any Trials.

Of Course There Must Be Lots Of Magic In The World, But People Don't Know What It Is Like Or How To Make It.

The Difficulty Will Be To Keep Her From Learning Too Fast And Too Much. She Is Always Sitting With Her Little Nose Burrowing Into Books. She Doesn't Read Them, Miss Minchin; She Gobbles Them Up As If She Were A Little Wolf Instead Of A Little Girl. She Is Always Starving For New Books To Gobble, And She Wants Grown-up Books--great, Big, Fat Ones--french And German As Well As English--history And Biography And Poets, And All Sorts Of Things. Drag Her Away From Her Books When She Reads Too Much.

I Am Writing In The Garden. To Write As One Should Of A Garden One Must Write Not Outside It Or Merely Somewhere Near It, But In The Garden.