- •Illustrator: mb Kork
- •In and out of the bungalow.
- •It's naughty of them, one can't help understanding it."
- •In. What sort of a place was it, and what would he be like? What was a
- •Imagined she was her little girl.
- •In his short, cold way. "Captain Lennox was my wife's brother and I am
- •India, and anything new rather attracted her. But she did not intend to
- •It would go on forever and ever. She watched it so long and steadily
- •It seemed quite proper that other people should wait on one.
- •Village and she had seen whitewashed cottages and the lights of a public
- •It was in this way Mistress Mary arrived at Misselthwaite Manor and she
- •Impudent, "it's time tha' should learn. Tha' cannot begin younger. It'll
- •It's been made into a nursery for thee. I'll help thee on with thy
- •It had not been the custom that Mistress Mary should do anything but
- •If Mary Lennox had been a child who was ready to be amused she would
- •In their lives. They're as hungry as young hawks an' foxes."
- •Ivy, and that it stood open. This was not the closed garden, evidently,
- •It also and trees trained against them, and there were bare fruit-trees
- •It was the queerest thing in the world to see the old fellow. He looked
- •It is a Yorkshire habit to say what you think with blunt frankness, and
- •If he hasn't took a fancy to thee."
- •In the park. Sometimes she looked for Ben Weatherstaff, but though
- •In its hole and he brought it home in th' bosom of his shirt to keep it
- •Inspired by a new idea. She made up her mind to go and find it herself.
- •It was while she was standing here and just after she had said this that
- •Immediately, and called to Martha.
- •It's comin'."
- •It all day like Dickon does."
- •Very soon she heard the soft rustling flight of wings again and she knew
- •It was all through Ben Weatherstaff's robin.
- •Into a tree nearby she put out her hand and picked the ring up. It was
- •It quite alone, because nobody would ever know where she was, but would
- •In her hands under her apron.
- •It was plain that there was not a great deal of strength in Mistress
- •Interested than she had ever been since she was born. The sun was
- •It again to-day. He'll be bound to find out what th' skippin'-rope is.
- •If she had been Ben Weatherstaff she could have told whether the wood
- •In them.
- •In the course of her digging with her pointed stick Mistress Mary had
- •Very little because her governesses had disliked her too much to stay
- •Interesting to be determined about, she was very much absorbed, indeed.
- •Is about."
- •It was true that she had turned red and then pale. Dickon saw her do it,
- •It. Perhaps everything is dead in it already; I don't know."
- •Indian, and at the same time hot and sorrowful.
- •It. The delicatest ones has died out, but th' others has growed an'
- •I've cut off, it's done for. There's a big root here as all this live
- •I'll--I don't know what I'll do," she ended helplessly. What could you
- •I just remembered it and it made me wonder if there were really flowers
- •I'll get some more work done before I start back home."
- •If he did not come back until winter, or even autumn, there would be
- •In her eagerness she did not realize how queer the words would sound and
- •Indeed seen as little of her as she dared. In addition to this she was
- •In the springtime. She was awakened in the night by the sound of rain
- •I don't care about Mrs. Medlock--I don't care!"
- •Immense.
- •In the mysterious hidden-away room and talk to the mysterious boy.
- •It? Had she never looked for the door? Had she never asked the
- •Inquired.
- •Very low little chanting song in Hindustani.
- •Very soon afterward a bell rang and she rolled up her knitting.
- •It was the best thing she could have said. To talk about Dickon meant to
- •Is why I want her."
- •In her talks with Colin, Mary had tried to be very cautious about the
- •If gardens and fresh air had been good for her perhaps they would be
- •Itself and a great waft of fresh, scented air blew in upon her. The moor
- •Indeed. She had never seen a crow so close before and he made her a
- •Is it tha's got to tell me?"
- •It. Ben Weatherstaff says he is so conceited he would rather have stones
- •Very busy in the garden."
- •In bloom against th' walls, an' th' grass'll be a carpet o' flowers."
- •It would be, but now she had changed her mind entirely. She would never
- •If she had been friends with Colin she would have run to show him her
- •It was not until afterward that Mary realized that the thing had been
- •I wish you would!"
- •It was a poor thin back to look at when it was bared. Every rib could be
- •Insisted obstinately that he was not as ill as he thought he was he
- •If you like."
- •Imagine it looks like inside? I am sure it will make me go to sleep."
- •It? An' tha' a Yorkshire lad thysel' bred an' born! Eh! I wonder tha'rt
- •Insane with hysteria and self-indulgence."
- •In a moment Dr. Craven's serious face relaxed into a relieved smile.
- •If you do you'll likely not get even th' pips, an' them's too bitter to
- •It was not the first motherless lamb he had found and he knew what to do
- •In the servants' hall and keep them there. I want them here."
- •Immediately the little creature turned to the warm velvet dressing-gown
- •Into a rage but that there was so much careful and mysterious planning
- •Ivied walls. As each day passed, Colin had become more and more fixed in
- •Very important."
- •Inside the room Colin was leaning back on his cushions.
- •In Red Riding-Hood, when Red Riding-Hood felt called upon to remark on
- •I'm going to grow here myself."
- •I' Yorkshire!"
- •I got crooked legs?"
- •In his manner. Mary had poured out speech as rapidly as she could as
- •It was done quickly enough indeed. Ben Weatherstaff went his way
- •It was filled in and pressed down and made steady. Mary was leaning
- •Is an animal. I am sure there is Magic in everything, only we have not
- •I was going to try to stand that first time Mary kept saying to herself
- •It will get to be part of you and it will stay and do things."
- •It all seemed most majestic and mysterious when they sat down in their
- •In Ben Weatherstaff's back. Magic! Magic! Come and help!"
- •It was not an unfriendly grunt, but it was a grunt. In fact, being a
- •If any of 'em's about."
- •I like. Every one has orders to keep out of the way. I won't be watched
- •In moorland air and whose breakfast was more than two hours behind him.
- •Its brief blossom-time was ended. After the ceremony Colin always took
- •Invalid he was a disgraceful sight. Dr. Craven held his chin in his hand
- •It occurred to him that this boy was learning to fly--or rather to
- •Inspiration.
- •Instinct so natural that he did not know it was understanding. He pulled
- •Intruder at all. Dickon's eyes lighted like lamps.
- •Invalid.
- •In the garden
- •In each century since the beginning of the world wonderful things have
- •In an agreeable determinedly courageous one. Two things cannot be in one
- •It was as if he poisoned the air about him with gloom. Most strangers
- •It was growing stronger but--because of the rare peaceful hours when his
- •I will make bold to speak again. Please, sir, I
- •Volunteered, was over at the Manor working in one of the gardens where
- •Into the library and sent for Mrs. Medlock. She came to him somewhat
- •In a queer way when he's alone with Miss Mary. He never used to laugh at
- •In Yorkshire--Master Colin!
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In a moment Dr. Craven's serious face relaxed into a relieved smile.
"Oh, Dickon," he said. "If it is Dickon you will be safe enough. He's as
strong as a moor pony, is Dickon."
"And he's trusty," said Mary. "He's th' trustiest lad i' Yorkshire." She
had been talking Yorkshire to Colin and she forgot herself.
"Did Dickon teach you that?" asked Dr. Craven, laughing outright.
"I'm learning it as if it was French," said Mary rather coldly. "It's
like a native dialect in India. Very clever people try to learn them. I
like it and so does Colin."
"Well, well," he said. "If it amuses you perhaps it won't do you any
harm. Did you take your bromide last night, Colin?"
"No," Colin answered. "I wouldn't take it at first and after Mary made
me quiet she talked me to sleep--in a low voice--about the spring
creeping into a garden."
"That sounds soothing," said Dr. Craven, more perplexed than ever and
glancing sideways at Mistress Mary sitting on her stool and looking down
silently at the carpet. "You are evidently better, but you must
remember--"
"I don't want to remember," interrupted the Rajah, appearing again.
"When I lie by myself and remember I begin to have pains everywhere and
I think of things that make me begin to scream because I hate them so.
If there was a doctor anywhere who could make you forget you were ill
instead of remembering it I would have him brought here." And he waved a
thin hand which ought really to have been covered with royal signet
rings made of rubies. "It is because my cousin makes me forget that she
makes me better."
Dr. Craven had never made such a short stay after a "tantrum"; usually
he was obliged to remain a very long time and do a great many things.
This afternoon he did not give any medicine or leave any new orders and
he was spared any disagreeable scenes. When he went down-stairs he
looked very thoughtful and when he talked to Mrs. Medlock in the library
she felt that he was a much puzzled man.
"Well, sir," she ventured, "could you have believed it?"
"It is certainly a new state of affairs," said the doctor. "And there's
no denying it is better than the old one."
"I believe Susan Sowerby's right--I do that," said Mrs. Medlock. "I
stopped in her cottage on my way to Thwaite yesterday and had a bit of
talk with her. And she says to me, 'Well, Sarah Ann, she mayn't be a
good child, an' she mayn't be a pretty one, but she's a child, an'
children needs children.' We went to school together, Susan Sowerby and
me."
"She's the best sick nurse I know," said Dr. Craven. "When I find her in
a cottage I know the chances are that I shall save my patient."
Mrs. Medlock smiled. She was fond of Susan Sowerby.
"She's got a way with her, has Susan," she went on quite volubly. "I've
been thinking all morning of one thing she said yesterday. She says,
'Once when I was givin' th' children a bit of a preach after they'd been
fightin' I ses to 'em all, "When I was at school my jography told as
th' world was shaped like a orange an' I found out before I was ten
that th' whole orange doesn't belong to nobody. No one owns more than
his bit of a quarter an' there's times it seems like there's not enow
quarters to go round. But don't you--none o' you--think as you own th'
whole orange or you'll find out you're mistaken, an' you won't find it
out without hard knocks." What children learns from children,' she says,
'is that there's no sense in grabbin' at th' whole orange--peel an' all.