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The Heart of the Family by Elizabeth. Chapter One Meg Wearing macintosh boots and a red macintosh, and with red stew Esther tied beneath her chin splashed down the drive and under the dripping oak trees in a state of happiness, deeper and more perfect than any other. She was likely to know while she lived in this world had she known that she would never be happy and quite this way again. She would not have been so happy, but she did not know She was four years old and much beloved and regarded happiness as the normal state of everybody. She was not happy when her tummy, where she had a cold in her head, or when her mother father went away and left her, or when the black beasts pounced at such times the depth of her misery was quite appalling. But those awful times did not come very often, and in between where these long stretches of shining joy, she thought it was a gloriously squelch e day. The drive was in a deplorable state, full of ruts and holes and pools of rainwater brimmed them all. Meg zigzagged from one to the other, planting a booted foot firmly in the middle of each, so that fountains of water shot up into the air to descend again upon her head together with raindrops dripping from the oak trees in a perfect deluge of sun hot, gleaming silvery nous. Every time this happened she chuckled softly, and Mouse running at her heels barked joyously mouth. A microscopic gray Karen was two years old. She had been given to meg by her father when Robin makes brother had been born. So that Meg, as well as her mother should have a tiny thing to care for. She had a minute pointed face, very long whiskers, And a small dainty head, with only two ideas in it. Meg and dinner. Of these two ideas, meg was the predominant one. She loved Meg with a love that was out of all proportion to the size of her body. She went, or make one loved whomever and whatever make left. And as Meg loved nearly everybody, she lived nearly everybody to. She had no life apart from Meg, and would gladly have died for her, because Meg liked splashing in the wet. She liked it too. And because my gloried in this day, she also thought it a gift for the two of them sent straight out of heaven, and it was a good day. The sun and the rain were flying, and the whole world was washed in silver and drenched with the sense of wet earth and grass and flowers. The smell of the sea and the aromatic pungent smell of the urbi things that grew in the sea marshes beyond the oakwood. Over her head the bits of sky that Meg could see between the wet leaves were thrilling patch of bright blue here, a bit of inky storm cloud there a bit of rainbow somewhere else. The cry of the gulls was wild and high and excited, and within the walled garden there was a blackbird singing.