She was not really used to being alive at all, and that is what made her take to magic so kindly.
"In six hours," she said, "I shall be on my way to something utterly new." And in six hours she was on her way, whistling, across the Parish of Faery.

The Dog David ran in front of her among the daisies.

The rabbits can never be caught in this land of happy animals, but they give good sport and always play fair.
David Blessing Brown, a dog of independent yet loving habit, had spent about four-fifths of his life in the Brown family.

He was three years old, and though ineligible for military service, made a point of wearing khaki about his face, and in a symmetrical heart-shaped spot near his tail.

To Sarah Brown he was the Question and the Answer, his presence was a constant playtime for her mind; so well was he loved that he seemed to her to move in a little mist and clamour of love.