I Am Writing In The Garden. To

Nothing In The World Is So Strong As A Kind Heart.

Is The Spring Coming?" He Said. "what Is It Like?"... "it Is The Sun Shining On The Rain And The Rain Falling On The Sunshine.

Oh,sara. It Is Like A Story." "it Is A Story...everything Is A Story. You Are A Story-i Am A Story. Miss Minchin Is A Story.

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.

You Can Lose A Friend In Springtime Easier Than Any Other Season If You're Too Curious.