If You Fill Your Mind With A

You See, Now That Trials Have Come, They Have Shown That I Am Not A Nice Child. I Was Afraid They Would. Perhaps... That Is What They Were Sent For... I Suppose There Might Be Good In Things, Even If We Don't See It.

Everything's A Story - You Are A Story -i Am A Story.

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.

The Robin Flew From His Swinging Spray Of Ivy On To The Top Of The Wall And He Opened His Beak And Sang A Loud, Lovely Trill, Merely To Show Off. Nothing In The World Is Quite As Adorably Lovely As A Robin When He Shows Off - And They Are Nearly Always Doing It.

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.