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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

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
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
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
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
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
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
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 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
It wasn’t a bit of good fighting grown-ups. They could do exactly as they liked.
ENID BLYTON

Fighting Good Grown Like Xactly
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
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
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
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
The best way to treat obstacles is to use them as stepping-stones.
ENID BLYTON

Laugh Obstacle Stone Treat Use
My work in books, films and talks lies almost wholly with children, and I have very little time to give to grown-ups.
ENID BLYTON

Book Children Firm Give Grown Little Lying Talk Time Up
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

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.

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