To Speak Robin To A Robin Is

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.

Might I," Quavered Mary, "might I Have A Bit Of Earth?

One Of The Strange Things About Living In The World Is That It Is Only Now And Then One Is Quite Sure One Is Going To Live Forever And Ever And Ever.

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.

When The Day Comes That I Kneel By Your Bedside And See Your Eyes Close, Or You Kneel By Mine, It Must Be That The One Who Waits Behind Shall Know The Parting Is Not All.