“They say she isn’t like other people,” said Jerry.
“Mrs. Elliot says that is because she never really grew up,” said Faith.
“She’s taller than Mrs. Elliott.”
“Yes, yes, but it is inside—Mrs. Elliot says Mrs. Blythe just stayed a little girl inside.”
“What do I smell?” interrupted Carl, sniffing.
They all smelled it now. A most delectable odour came floating up on the still evening air from the direction of the little woodsy dell below the manse hill.