![]() “It really is magic!” said Fanny suddenly. ![]() It was dim and green there, and a small bird nearby sang a queer little song over and over again. Small freckles of sunshine lay here and there on the ground, but not very many, for the trees were so thick. They stood beneath the trees and peered about. One by one the children jumped over the narrow ditch. “Come on! Over the ditch we go-and into the Enchanted Wood!” “I feel as if there are adventures about,” said Jo. They could see the trees in the wood, and hear them talking their strange tree-talk: “Wisha-wisha-wisha-wisha!” They unlatched the gate and stood in the lane. There was a small gate at the bottom of their back garden that led into the overgrown lane running by the wood. “We’ll go to the Wood!” whispered Bessie to the others, and with excited faces and beating hearts they helped their mother to pack their tea into a big basket. I’ll cut you some sandwiches, and you can take a bottle of milk.” ![]() “You’ve worked well, all of you, and you deserve a picnic. “You can take your tea out to-day,” said Mother. None of them wanted to go without the others, so they had to wait. Sometimes the girls were sent out for a walk, but Jo was busy. Sometimes Jo was free and could have gone by himself. ![]() There was the garden to get tidy, curtains to sew for the house, and a great deal of cleaning to be done. The three children had no chance to visit the Enchanted Wood until the next week, because they had to help their mother and father all they could. ![]()
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