Her Affection For Everything She

Of Course There Must Be Lots Of Magic In The World, But People Don't Know What It Is Like Or How To Make It.

In The Garden There Was Nothing Which Was Not Quite Like Themselves - Nothing Which Did Not Understand The Wonderfulness Of What Was Happening To Them - The Immense, Tender, Terrible, Heart-breaking Beauty And Solemnity Of Eggs. If There Had Been One Person In That Garden Who Had Not Known Through All His Or Her Innermost Being That If An Egg Were Taken Away Or Hurt The Whole World Would Whirl Round And Crash Through Space And Come To An End... There Could Have Been No Happiness Even In That Golden Springtime Air.

"it's So Beautiful!" She Said, A Little Breathless With Her Speed. "you Never Saw Anything So Beautiful! It Has Come! I Thought It Had Come That Other Morning, But It Was Only Coming. It Is Here Now! It Has Come, The Spring!"

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.

Mistress Mary Quite Contrary