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It was a pretty drive to Dove's Nest, even though the summer and early autumn beauty was past, and some of the trees that bordered the road were already bare. But when they had turned a corner of the road they came into clear view of the forest, and then Mary felt perfectly happy.
For a moment or two she did not speak, then she turned to her godmother and said rather shyly -- "It's like some of my fairy stories -- the forest, I mean; isn't it, godmother?"