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Let's tuck you in and let's get down to sleep with the Secret Garden by Francis Hodgson Burnett.

Good night.

Two days after this, when Mary opened her eyes, she sat upright in bed immediately and called to

Martha. Look at the moor. Look at the moor. The rainstorm had ended, and the grey mist and clouds had been swept away in the night by the wind.

The wind itself had ceased, and a brilliant, deep blue sky arched high over the moorland.

Never, never had Mary dreamed of a sky so blue. In India,

skies were hot and blazing. This was of a deep, cool blue, which almost seemed to sparkle,

like the waters of some lovely bottomless lake and here and there high high in the arched blueness floated small clouds of snow-white fleece

the far-reaching world of the moor itself looked softly blue, instead of gloomy purple-black or awful, dreary grey.

I, said Martha, with a cheerful grin, the storm's over for a bit.

It does like this at this time of the year.

It goes off in a night like it was pretending it had never

been here and never meant to come again. That's because the springtime's on its way. It's a long way off yet,

but it's coming. I thought perhaps it always rained or looked dark in England, Mary said.

"'Eh, no,' said Martha, sitting up on her heels among her black lead brushes.

"'Now at the sort?'

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