She inhaled deeply, deciding to focus on her beloved books instead of Helen’s brush-offs. She couldn’t wait to go home and spend time with Bab and Betty in Under the Lilacs—or maybe she would stop at Sunnybrook Farm to visit Rebecca Randall—or sneak into The Secret Garden with Mary Lennox while Vernon played his harp. (She tried to read whenever Vernon played the harp; it lent such a golden etherealness to her reading experience.)