Might I," Quavered Mary, "might I Have

The Air Was Full Of Spices... A Little Princess

She Liked Books More Than Anything Else, And Was, In Fact, Always Inventing Stories Of Beautiful Things And Telling Them To Herself.

Their Eyes Met With A Singular Directness Of Gaze. Between Them A Spark Passed Which Was Not Afterwards To Be Extinguished, Though Neither Of Them Knew The Moment Of Its Kindling.

At That Moment A Very Good Thing Was Happening To Her. Four Good Things Had Happened To Her, In Fact, Since She Came To Misselthwaite Manor. She Had Felt As If She Had Understood A Robin And That He Had Understood Her; She Had Run In The Wind Until Her Blood Had Grown Warm; She Had Been Healthily Hungry For The First Time In Her Life; And She Had Found Out What It Was To Be Sorry For Someone.

There's Naught As Nice As Th' Smell O' Good Clean Earth, Except Th' Smell O' Fresh Growin' Things When Th' Rain Falls On 'em.