Might I," Quavered Mary, "might I Have

I Shall Live Forever And Ever And Ever ' He Cried Grandly. 'i Shall Find Out Thousands And Thousands Of Things. I Shall Find Out About People And Creatures And Everything That Grows - Like Dickon - And I Shall Never Stop Making Magic. I'm Well I'm Well

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

Is The Spring Coming?" He Said. "what Is It Like?"... "it Is The Sun Shining On The Rain And The Rain Falling On The Sunshine.

You Can Lose A Friend In Springtime Easier Than Any Other Season If You're Too Curious.

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.