Mr. Pat's Little Girl (Illustrated Edition) (Dodo Press)

It was Sunday afternoon. The griffins on the doorstep stared straight before them with an expression of utter indifference the feathery foliage of the white birch swayed gently back and forth the peonies lifted their crimson heads airily the snowball bush bent under the weight of its white blooms till it swept the grass the fountain splashed softly.