People Never Like Me And I Never

She Did Not Care Very Much For Other Little Girls, But If She Had Plenty Of Books She Could Console Herself.

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

But I Suppose There Might Be Good In Things, Even If We Don't See It.

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.

Listen To Th' Wind Wutherin' Round The House," She Said. "you Could Bare Stand Up On The Moor If You Was Out On It Tonight." Mary Did Not Know What "wutherin'" Meant Until She Listened, And Then She Understood. It Must Mean That Hollow Shuddering Sort Of Roar Which Rushed Round And Round The House, As If The Giant No One Could See Were Buffeting It And Beating At The Walls And Windows To Try To Break In. But One Knew He Could Not Get In, And Somehow It Made One Feel Very Safe And Warm Inside A Room With A Red Coal Fire.