1 This comes hoping to find you well as it leaves me at present.
2 She put her hands under the leaves and began to pull and push them aside.
3 Think of the servants running away and leaving her all alone in that deserted bungalow.
4 There was one part of the wall where the creeping dark green leaves were more bushy than elsewhere.
5 Howsoever carefully she looked she could see nothing but thickly growing, glossy, dark green leaves.
6 Everything is made out of Magic, leaves and trees, flowers and birds, badgers and foxes and squirrels and people.
7 The grass is greener and things are sticking up everywhere and things are uncurling and green buds of leaves are showing.
8 Then amid grins and chuckles and bobbing of curtsies he drove away, leaving ecstasy and nudging elbows and little jumps of joy behind.
9 As she came closer to him she noticed that there was a clean fresh scent of heather and grass and leaves about him, almost as if he were made of them.
10 Every beautiful morning the Magic was worked by the mystic circle under the plum-tree which provided a canopy of thickening green leaves after its brief blossom-time was ended.
11 All that troubled her was her wish that she knew whether all the roses were dead, or if perhaps some of them had lived and might put out leaves and buds as the weather got warmer.
12 The moisture which was good for the flowers was also good for the weeds which thrust up tiny blades of grass and points of leaves which must be pulled up before their roots took too firm hold.
13 There was one lovely mass of blue forget-me-nots growing so close to the stream that its leaves were wet and at these he found himself looking as he remembered he had looked at such things years ago.
14 But he had said the queer thing as if it were the simplest and most natural thing in the world, and she felt it must be quite easy to him, and indeed she watched him for a few minutes carefully, wondering if it was possible for him to quietly turn green and put out branches and leaves.
15 There were neither leaves nor roses on them now and Mary did not know whether they were dead or alive, but their thin gray or brown branches and sprays looked like a sort of hazy mantle spreading over everything, walls, and trees, and even brown grass, where they had fallen from their fastenings and run along the ground.