Somebody’s pulling my leg, only I don’t think he’s funny. A door should lead somewhere and a staircase, too. What would life be like if a Misabel suddenly behaved like a Mymble, or a Whomper like a Hemulen?
One must be alone sometimes.
The wall of wood round her grew higher and higher, until she stood there sawing in an enclosed space all her own that gave her a lovely feeling of security. She stacked the dry sticks by the stove, but she didn’t have the heart to tackle the really big logs. But she had never been particularly good at wielding an axe.
The comet roared with its flaming tail right through the valley, across the forest and the mountains, and then disappeared again over the edge of the world.
And there it was rolling tirelessly in towards them, glittering and gleaming like soft blue silk, the same old sea that they had always loved!
Anticipation is the best part,’ Moomintroll told her. ‘There might be something on every hook you know.
Mother, I love you terribly.
‘A diamond!’ screamed Sniff, who loved jewels.
Girls never understand these things,’ said the Snork. ‘Now we can begin to pull it up. But nobody must make a sound. Be quiet everyone.
It was one of those lovely warm afternoons full of the scent of flowers and the humming of bees, and the garden was brilliant with the deep colours of late summer.
Are you unhappy about something?’ Moominmamma asked. ‘No,’ answered Moomintroll. ‘Well, it’ll be another nice long day tomorrow,’ said Moominmamma. ‘And it’s all yours from beginning to end. Now isn’t that a lovely thought!
Then you ask them to forgive you and give them candy.