“Eh!” he said, and as he crumbled the rich black soil she saw he was sniffing up the scent of it, “there… — Frances Hodgson Burnett
“Eh!” he said, and as he crumbled the rich black soil she saw he was sniffing up the scent of it, “there doesn’t seem to be no need for no one to be contrary when there’s flowers an’ such like, an’ such lots o’ friendly wild things runnin’ about makin’ homes for themselves, or buildin’ nests an’ singin’ an’ whistlin’, does there?”
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