I Pretend I Am A Princess,so That

But I Suppose There Might Be Good In Things, Even If We Don't See It.

People Never Like Me And I Never Like People," She Thought. "and I Never Can Talk As The Crawford Children Could. They Were Always Talking And Laughing And Making Noises.

Sometimes Since I've Been In The Garden I've Looked Up Through The Trees At The Sky And I Have Had A Strange Feeling Of Being Happy As If Something Was Pushing And Drawing In My Chest And Making Me Breathe Fast. Magic Is Always Pushing And Drawing And Making Things Out Of Nothing. Everything Is Made Out Of Magic, Leaves And Trees, Flowers And Birds, Badgers And Foxes And Squirrels And People. So It Must Be All Around Us. In This Garden - In All The Places.

I Am Writing In The Garden. To Write As One Should Of A Garden One Must Write Not Outside It Or Merely Somewhere Near It, But In The Garden.

She Says It Has Nothing To Do With What You Look Like, Or What You Have. It Has Only To Do With What You Think Of And What You Do.