Magic is in her just as it is in Dickon," said Colin. "It makes her think of ways to do things - nice things.

When Mary Lennox was sent to Misselthwaite Manor to live with her uncle everybody said she was the most disagreeable-looking child ever seen. It was true too . . . she was as tyrannical and selfish a little pig as ever lived.

How it is that animals understand things I do not know, but it is certain that they do understand. Perhaps there is a language which is not made of words and everything in the world understands it. Perhaps there is a soul hidden in everything and it can always speak, without even making a sound, to another soul.

It made her think that it was curious how much nicer a person looked when he smiled. She had not thought of it before.

However many years she lived, Mary always felt that 'she should never forget that first morning when her garden began to grow'.

Never did she find anything so difficult as to keep herself from losing her temper when she was suddenly disturbed while absorbed in a book.

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.