Bivouacked pg 143- camp
Sentence: They reacher the fir wood which had caused them so much trouble while it was sril daylight, and bivouacked in a hollow just above it.
Tremulous pg 155 - nervous
Sentence: "And I do hope," said Lucy in a tremolulous voice, "that you will all come with me".
Sweeps pg.151 - washing something
Sentence: next moment they were trees again, but still bowing, with such graceful sweeps of branch and trunk that their bowing was itself a kind of dance.
Grumpy pg.152 - bad, weird
Sentence: "Eh?" he said in a grumpy voice. "What are you talking about?"
Lilt pg 145 - Sing, rhythm
Sentence: But there was, at least, a lilt; she felt her own feet wanting to dance as she got nearer.
I like what words she used and how they sound.
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