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 BLYTONI 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.
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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.
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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.
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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,
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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.
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It wasn’t a bit of good fighting grown-ups. They could do exactly as they liked.
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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.
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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!
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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.
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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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All the children stood and gazed at it, loving it and longing to go to it. It looked so secret – almost magic.
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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.
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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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Well, we must be jolly old-fashioned then,’ said Bessie. ‘Because we not only believe in the Faraway Tree and love our funny friends there, but we go to see them too – and we visit the lands at the top of the Tree as well!
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I’m good at exploring roofs. You never know when that kind of thing comes in useful.
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Well, you know what grown-ups are,’ said Dinah. ‘They don’t think the same way as we do.
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You are honest enough by nature to be able to see and judge your own self clearly – and that is a great thing.
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The best way to treat obstacles is to use them as stepping-stones.
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Here Mr Potts come here you little idiot!
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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.
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If you can’t look after something in your care, you have no right to keep it.
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Soon they were all sitting on the rocky ledge, which was still warm, watching the sun go down into the lake.
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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?
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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.
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My work in books, films and talks lies almost wholly with children, and I have very little time to give to grown-ups.
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Writing for children is an art in itself, and a most interesting one.
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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,
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