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be the turning-point
of his health, and Father said "the turning-point which way?" but he
thanked Lady Catherine, and they didn't quarrel; and so Mother yielded,
and it was settled that they should go.
Before they went, Mother spoke to me, and told me I must be a Little
Mother to the others whilst she was away. She hoped we should all try
to please Father, and to be unselfish with each other; but she expected
me to try far harder than the others, and never to think of myself at all,
so that I might fill her place whilst she was away. So I promised to try,
and I did.
We missed Christopher sadly. And Saxon missed him. The first time
Saxon came to see us after Mother and Chris went away, we told him
all about it, and he looked very sorry. Then we said that he should be
our brother in Christopher's stead, whilst Chris was away; and he
looked very much pleased, and wagged his tail, and licked our faces all
round. So we told him to come and see us very often.
He did not, but we do not think it was his fault. He is chained up so
much.

One day Arthur and I were walking down the road outside the Old
Squire's stables, and Saxon smelt us, and we could hear him run and
rattle his chain, and he gave deep, soft barks.
Arthur laughed. He said, "Do you hear Saxon, Mary? Now I dare say
the Old Squire thinks he smells tramps and wants to bite them. He
doesn't know that Saxon smells his new sister and brother, and wishes
he could go out walking with them in Mary's Meadow."
CHAPTER III.
Nothing comforted us so much whilst Mother and Chris were away as
being allowed to play in the library.
We were not usually allowed to be there so often, but when we asked
Father he gave us leave to amuse ourselves there at the time when
Mother would have had us with her, provided that we did not bother
him or hurt the books. We did not hurt the books, and in the end we
were allowed to go there as much as we liked.
We have plenty of books of our own, and we have new ones very often:
on birthdays and at Christmas. Sometimes they are interesting, and
sometimes they are disappointing. Most of them have pretty pictures. It
was because we had been rather unlucky for some time, and had had
disappointing ones on our birthdays, that Arthur said to me, "Look here,
Mary, I'm not going to read any books now but grown-up ones, unless
it is an Adventure Book. I'm sick of books for young people, there's so
much stuff in them."
We call it stuff when there seems to be going to be a story and it comes
to nothing but talk; and we call it stuff when there is a very interesting
picture, and you read to see what it is about, and the reading does not
tell you, or tells you wrong.
Both Arthur and Christopher had had disappointments in their books on
their birthdays.
Arthur jumped at his book at first, because there were Japanese pictures

in it, and Uncle Charley had just been staying with us, and had brought
beautiful Japanese pictures with him, and had told us Japanese fairy
tales, and they were as good as Bechstein. So Arthur was full of Japan.
The most beautiful picture of all was of a stork, high up in a tall pine
tree, and the branches of the pine tree, and the cones, and the pine
needles were most beautifully drawn; and there was a nest with young
storks in it, and behind the stork and the nest and the tall pine the sun
was blazing with all his rays. And Uncle Charley told us the story to it,
and it was called "the Nest of the Stork."
So when Arthur saw a stork standing among pine needles in his new
book he shouted with delight, though the pine needles were rather
badly done, with thick strokes. But presently he said, "It's not nearly so
good a stork as Uncle Charley's. And where's the stem of the pine? It
looks as if the stork were on the ground and on the top of the pine tree
too, and there's no nest. And there's no sun. And, oh! Mary, what do
you think is written under it? 'Crane and Water-reeds.' Well, I do call
that a sell!"
Christopher's disappointment was quite as bad. Mother gave him a
book with very nice pictures, particularly of beasts. The chief reason
she got it for him was that there was such a very good picture of a toad,