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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

Mothers and dogs both had a kind of second sight that made them see into people’s minds and know when anything unusual was going on.
ENID BLYTON

Anything Dog Know Mind Mother People Second Sight
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
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 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
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 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
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
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
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
Soon they were all sitting on the rocky ledge, which was still warm, watching the sun go down into the lake.
ENID BLYTON

Beautiful Cloud Lake Set Sitting Soon Warm
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
Remorse is a terrible thing to bear, Pam, one of the worst of all punishments in this life.
ENID BLYTON

Bear Kindness Punishment Remorse Terrible Thing Wish
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
The best way to treat obstacles is to use them as stepping-stones.
ENID BLYTON

Laugh Obstacle Stone Treat Use
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
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

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.

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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.

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