"it's So Beautiful!" She Said,

Everything's A Story - You Are A Story -i Am A Story.

She Liked Books More Than Anything Else, And Was, In Fact, Always Inventing Stories Of Beautiful Things And Telling Them To Herself.

She Looked Into The Staring Glass Eyes And Complacent Face, And Suddenly A Sort Of Heartbroken Rage Seized Her. She Lifted Her Little Savage Hand And Knocked Emily Off The Chair, Bursting Into A Passion Of Sobbing- Sara Who Never Cried.

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.

Nothing In The World Is Quite As Adorably Lovely As A Robin When He Shows Off And They Are Nearly Always Doing It.