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.

I don't know who it is," she said; "but somebody cares for me a little. I have a friend.

The difficulty will be to keep her from learning too fast and too much. She is always sitting with her little nose burrowing into books. She doesn't read them, Miss Minchin; she gobbles them up as if she were a little wolf instead of a little girl. She is always starving for new books to gobble, and she wants grown-up books--great, big, fat ones--French and German as well as English--history and biography and poets, and all sorts of things. Drag her away from her books when she reads too much.

I am sure there is Magic in everything, only we have not sense enough to get hold of it and make it do things for us

She did not care very much for other little girls, but if she had plenty of books she could console herself.

And the secret garden bloomed and bloomed and every morning revealed new miracles.

One marvel of a day he had walked so far that when he returned the moon was high and full and all the world was purple shadow and silver.