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They saw the flicker of bats overhead. They smelt the drifting scent of honeysuckle, and the delicious smell of wild thyme crushed under their bodies. A reed-warbler sang a beautiful little song in the reeds below, and then another answered.

Enid Blyton

Never lose that honesty, Bobby – always be honest with yourself, know your own motives for what they are, good or bad, make your own decisions firmly and justly – and you will be a fine, strong character, of some real use in this muddled world of ours!
ENID BLYTON

Always Bad Character Country Decision Good Honest Motive Muddled Our People Person Strong
I wonder where you got that idea from? I mean, the idea that it’s feeble to change your mind once it’s made up. That’s a wrong idea, you know.
ENID BLYTON

Change Fable Idea Mean People
When you’re paid to do a job, it’s better to give a few minutes more to it, than a few minutes less. That’s one of the differences between doing a job honestly and doing it dishonestly! See?
ENID BLYTON

Differences Giving Job Less Minute More Paid
It was the most beautiful evening, with the lake as blue as a cornflower and the sky flecked with rosy clouds. They held their hard-boiled eggs in one hand and a piece of bread and butter in the other, munching happily.
ENID BLYTON

Beautiful Blue Bread Butter Cloud Cornflower Egg Happily Lake Munching
Well, you know what grown-ups are,’ said Dinah. ‘They don’t think the same way as we do.
ENID BLYTON

Children Country Girl Growing People Person Up
The little island seemed to float on the dark lake-waters. Trees grew on it, and a little hill rose in the middle of it. It was a mysterious island, lonely and beautiful.
ENID BLYTON

Beautiful Dark Lake Little Lonely Running See Water
We must have Christian ethics for our children, good and strong, but we must make them attractive, too, and it can be done.
ENID BLYTON

Attractive Children Christian Ethic Good Make Must Our Strong
I’m good at exploring roofs. You never know when that kind of thing comes in useful.
ENID BLYTON

Explore Kind Know Roof
I am not really much interested in talking to adults, although I suppose practically every mother in the kingdom knows my name and my books. It’s their children I love.
ENID BLYTON

Adult Although Book Children Interest Kingdom Know Mother Practically Suppose Take
I get over a hundred letters a day from all over the world, from children and parents, and it’s a wonder I ever have time to write books, let alone speak!
ENID BLYTON

All Book Children Day Hundred Letters Over Parent World Writing
You are honest enough by nature to be able to see and judge your own self clearly – and that is a great thing.
ENID BLYTON

Clear Enough Great Honesty Judge Nature Real Strong
Here Mr Potts come here you little idiot!
ENID BLYTON

Country Idiot Little People Person
Oh, I wish I lived in a caravan!’ said Jimmy longingly. ‘How lovely it must be to live in a house that has wheels and can go away down the lanes and through the towns, and stand still in fields at night!
ENID BLYTON

House Longingly Lovely Night Wheel Away Wish
I think people make their own faces, as they grow.
ENID BLYTON

Face Grow People Think Thinking
I do love the beginning of the summer hols,’ said Julian. They always seem to stretch out ahead for ages and ages.’ ‘They go so nice and slowly at first,’ said Anne, his little sister. ‘Then they start to gallop.
ENID BLYTON

Aheadm Age Always Being Little Nice Sister Stretch Summer
A clown needn’t be the same out of the ring as he has to be when he’s in it. If you look at photographs of clowns when they’re just being ordinary men, they’ve got quite sad faces.
ENID BLYTON

Acting Clown Look Men Ordinary Out Photograph Ring Same

They saw the flicker of bats overhead. They smelt the drifting scent of honeysuckle, and the delicious smell of wild thyme crushed under their bodies. A reed-warbler sang a beautiful little song in the reeds below, and then another answered.

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They saw the flicker of bats overhead. They smelt the drifting scent of honeysuckle, and the delicious smell of wild thyme crushed under their bodies. A reed-warbler sang a beautiful little song in the reeds below, and then another answered.

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