The second star to the right and straight on till morning!

And soon they were rolling in again, leaving Treegap behind, and as they went, the tinkling little melody of a music box drifted out behind them end was lost at last far down the road.

But if all of it was true, there was more water in the wood. If she should decided, there was more water in the wood.

The Tucks - her darling Tucks - were gone.

The clock chimed eleven. Outside, the wind had stopped. Everything, it seemed, was waiting.

At midnight she would make a difference in the world.

Heat lightning. Again and again it throbbed, without a sound. It was like pain, she thought.

“Mr. Tuck, don’t worry. Everything’s going to be all right.”

“It’s very simple. Like all magnificent things, it’s very simple.”

She wished, for a fleeting moment, that she could stay with them forever in that sunny, untidy little house by the pond.