Sometimes people went to sleep in them for a hundred years, which she had thought must be rather stupid.

She had no intention of going to sleep, and, in fact, she was becoming wider awake every day which passed at Misselthwaite.

She was beginning to like to be out of doors; she no longer hated the wind, but enjoyed it.

She could run faster, and longer, and she could skip up to a hundred.

The bulbs in the secret garden must have been much astonished.