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An Enchanted Garden

An Enchanted Garden

Mrs Molesworth

Paperback

Fiction Anthologies

ISBN10: 1502796856
ISBN13: 9781502796851
Publisher: Createspace
Published: Oct 12 2014
Pages: 106
Weight: 0.34
Height: 0.22 Width: 5.98 Depth: 9.02
Language: English
No, said Alix, that's not a good plan at all. It's perfectly stupid. If you've no better ideas than that, Rafe, we needn't talk about it any more. Rafe looked and felt very snubbed indeed. He was ten, she was nine. But she generally took the lead; not always, as I daresay you will see when you hear more about them, but generally. They were a nice little pair, and they were constantly together, at lessons, at play, at everything. This was a convenient arrangement, for they were a good deal younger than the other brothers and sisters of the family, and what Rafe would have been without Alix, or Alix without Rafe, it would be difficult to imagine. But there is not much use in thinking over about might-have-beens, or would-have-beens, unless to make us more thankful for what is. So it is enough to say that as things really were, they were very happy children. Still they had their troubles, and it was one of these they were discussing this lovely spring morning, when they were sitting under their favourite tree-a magnificent ilex in the garden, at one corner of the great lawn which was one of the beauties of their home. It was a lovely day, clear and bright and joyous, full of its own delights, and yet almost fuller of the summer ones to come! This is, I suppose, the real secret of the charm of spring-time-the promise and hope it tells of. Everything seemed bursting with good news, the birds most of all perhaps, though the smiling faces of the early flowers, and the tender whispers of the gentle wind through the branches, were not behindhand. But the children's faces were clouded.

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