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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

Hatred is so much easier to win than love – and so much harder to get rid of.
ENID BLYTON

Easier Erase Hatred Love Much Rid Winning
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
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
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

Another Answer Bad Beautiful Crush Delicious Overhead Smell Song Thyme
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
I think people make their own faces, as they grow.
ENID BLYTON

Face Grow People Think Thinking
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
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
To wish undone something you have done, to wish you could look back on kindness to someone you love, instead of on unkindness – that is a very terrible thing.
ENID BLYTON

Back Instead Kindness Lok Someone Terrible Thing Undone Unkindness Wish
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
All the children stood and gazed at it, loving it and longing to go to it. It looked so secret – almost magic.
ENID BLYTON

All Almost Children Gaze Look Loving Magic Secret Stood
Here Mr Potts come here you little idiot!
ENID BLYTON

Country Idiot Little People Person
There was a dish of salt for everyone to dip their eggs into. ‘I don’t know why, but the meals we have on picnics always taste so much nicer than the ones we have indoors,’ said George.
ENID BLYTON

Always Country Egg Everyone People Person Picnic Salt Taste
I don’t believe in things like that – fairies or brownies or magic or anything. It’s old-fashioned.’ ‘
ENID BLYTON

Anything Believe Brownies Fashion Frame Friend Funny Land Old
They lay on their heathery beds and listened to all the sounds of the night. They heard the little grunt of a hedgehog going by.
ENID BLYTON

Beautiful Bed Heathery Lay Listen Night Song
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

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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