When you're sad, my Little Star, go out of doors. It's always better underneath the open sky. — Eva Ibbotson, A Countess Below Stairs
When you're sad, my Little Star, go out of doors. It's always better underneath the open sky. — Eva Ibbotson, A Countess Below Stairs
When you're sad, my Little Star, go out of doors. It's always better underneath the open sky. — Eva Ibbotson, A Countess Below Stairs
When you're sad, my Little Star, go out of doors. It's always better underneath the open sky. — Eva Ibbotson, A Countess Below Stairs
When you're sad, my Little Star, go out of doors. It's always better underneath the open sky. — Eva Ibbotson, A Countess Below Stairs
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When you're sad, my Little Star, go out of doors. It's always better underneath the open sky.

— Eva Ibbotson, A Countess Below Stairs
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