“Non-existent,” snapped Jake. Popping Sailor across the stream, he cantered upthe lawn, which was more of a hayfield these days, as no one had time to mow it. ”“How is he?” said Janey, her face brightening. “Anyway it’s yours too now, darling, every inch of it.
Now he was turning towards the big combination: three vast brick-red fences with their clashing bright green pools of ferns. “Not much of her, is there?” said Nanny. Neither statement was strictly true. Almost since this morning she’d grown up into a beauty.
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