Mary Norton

The Past is Experience, Thats All You Got to Learn From.

Misfortunes make us wise

Oh no-"she began.It shocked her to be right. Parent's were right, not children. Children could say anything, Arriety knew and enjoy saying it- knowing always they were safe and wrong.

The child is right," she announced firmly. Arrietty's eyes grew big. "Oh, no-" she began. It shocked her to be right. Parents were right, not children. Children could say anything, Arrietty knew, and enjoy saying it-knowing always they were safe and wrong.

An inn, of course, was a place you came to at night (not at three o'clock in the afternoon), preferably a rainy night__ind, too, if it could be managed; and it should be situated on a moor (__leak,_ Kate knew, was the adjective here). And there should be scullions; mine host should be gravy-stained and broad in the beam with a tousled apron pulled across his stomach; and there should be a tall, dark stranger__he one who speaks to nobody__arming thin hands before the fire. And the fire should be a fire__rackling and blazing, laid with an impossible size log and roaring its great heart out up the chimney. And there should be some sort of cauldron, Kate felt, somewhere about__nd, perhaps, a couple of mastiffs thrown in for good measure.