An old summer-house, covered with vines, filled the
south-west corner.
She couldnt understandwhy anybody should want a
cat.
The woods are full of em, said Cousin
Jimmy.
Emily sprang across thefloor and snatched the book.
These were thought very elegant inBlair Water, and went far to justify the Murray
pride.
Emily hadnever driven in anything so splendid
before. Dont you like the FEEL of a nice, soft, fat cat? I thought books belonged to
everybody, said Emily. I am not going to have anything hidden orunderhanded,
understand that.
Shewatched the leaves shrivel and shudder, as if
they were sentientthings, and then turn black.
We grow columbines there on purposefor the fairies.
Why, you know, if a fairy was really-truly it wouldnt BE afairy, said Cousin Jimmy
seriously.
And candles cast suchqueer wavering shadows. Emily
decided that she would askCousin Jimmy about these houses when she got a good
chance. Laura Murray suddenly put her handkerchief toher eyes.
Whatmysteries might lurk behind the chintz-lined
glass doors of thebookcase!
Itsgrey roof was dotted over with cushions of moss
like fat green-velvet mice. As I was saying, Emily, we could not decide as to who
should havethe care of you. Aunt Elizabeth looked at Emily through her cold,
spectacled eyes.
Emily thoughtskimming was a lovely occupation and
longed to try her hand at it.