When Mary Lennox Was Sent To Misselthwaite

And They Both Began To Laugh Over Nothing As Children Will When They Are Happy Together. And They Laughed So That In The End They Were Making As Much Noise As If They Had Been Two Ordinary Healthy Natural Ten-year-old Creatures—instead Of A Hard, Little, Unloving Girl And A Sickly Boy Who Believed That He Was Going To Die.

Whatever Comes Cannot Alter One Thing.

Two Worst Things As Can Happen To A Child Is Never To Have His Own Way - Or Always To Have It.

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.

She Wished She Could Talk As He Did. His Speech Was So Quick And Easy. It Sounded As If He Liked Her And Was Not The Least Afraid She Would Not Like Him, Though He Was Only A Common Moor Boy, In Patched Clothes And With A Funny Face And A Rough, Rusty-red Head.