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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

The point is not that I don’t recognise bad people when I see them – I grant you I may quite well be taken in by them – the point is that I know a good person when I see one.
ENID BLYTON

Bad May People Point Recognize See Taken Them
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
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 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
Make up your mind about things, by all means – but if something happens to show that you are wrong, then it is feeble not to change your mind,
ENID BLYTON

Change Feeble Happen Make Mind Something Up Wrong
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
The secret island had looked mysterious enough on the night they had seen it before – but now, swimming in the hot June haze, it seemed more enchanting than ever.
ENID BLYTON

Animal Children Enough Look Mysterious Night Secret Seen Swimming
Writing for children is an art in itself, and a most interesting one.
ENID BLYTON

Art Children Interesting Most One Writing
I think people make their own faces, as they grow.
ENID BLYTON

Face Grow People Think Thinking
The children gazed in delight. Nothing but trees and birds and little wild animals. Oh, what a secret island, all for their very own, to live on and play on.
ENID BLYTON

Delight Island Little Animal Live Nothing Own Pray Secret Very
I expect when we grow up, we shall think like them – but let’s hope we remember what it was like to think in the way children do, and understand the boys and the girls that are growing up when we’re men and women.
ENID BLYTON

Children Except Girl Grow Men Hope Like Remember Think Women
Here Mr Potts come here you little idiot!
ENID BLYTON

Country Idiot Little People Person
Laugh at them, tread on them, and let them lead you to something better.
ENID BLYTON

Better Laugh Lead Something Tread
Mothers were much too sharp. They were like dogs. Buster always sensed when anything was out of the ordinary, and so did mothers.
ENID BLYTON

Dog Intelligent Mother Sharp Sight
As they drew near to it, and saw the willow trees that bent over the water-edge and heard the sharp call of moorhens that scuttled off,
ENID BLYTON

Call Drew Edge Moorhen Near Off Over Sculpted Shapr Tree Water
I have written, probably, more books for children than any other writer, from story-books to plays, and can claim to know more about interesting children than most.
ENID BLYTON

Book Children Claim Know More Play Probably Writer Written

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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