And then they suddenly came to the wood. It was not far from their cottage, at the back. It looked quite an ordinary wood, except the trees were a darker green than usual.
"It's a magic wood!" said Fanny suddenly.
They stood beneath the trees and peered about. Small freckles of of sunshine lay here and there on the ground, but not many, for the trees were thick.
"It really is magic!" said Fanny. "I can feel magic about somewhere, can't you, Bessie? Can't you, Jo?"
"Yes," said the others...
(ref: Blyton, The Enchanted Wood)