Yes," Answered Sara, Nodding. "adversity Tries People,

Magic Is In Her Just As It Is In Dickon," Said Colin. "it Makes Her Think Of Ways To Do Things - Nice Things.

Listen To Th' Wind Wutherin' Round The House," She Said. "you Could Bare Stand Up On The Moor If You Was Out On It Tonight." Mary Did Not Know What "wutherin'" Meant Until She Listened, And Then She Understood. It Must Mean That Hollow Shuddering Sort Of Roar Which Rushed Round And Round The House, As If The Giant No One Could See Were Buffeting It And Beating At The Walls And Windows To Try To Break In. But One Knew He Could Not Get In, And Somehow It Made One Feel Very Safe And Warm Inside A Room With A Red Coal Fire.

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.

Whatever Comes," She Said, "cannot Alter One Thing. If I Am A Princess In Rags And Tatters, I Can Be A Princess Inside. It Would Be Easy To Be A Princess If I Were Dressed In Cloth Of Gold, But It Is A Great Deal More Of A Triumph To Be One All The Time When No One Knows It.

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.