into limbo at some indeterminate stage), but a replacement I bought
a decade later from a local bookshop on recognizing the cover and
being instantly transported back in time to my childhood.
in when I received my earlier printing of this classic. That was likely
because of the garden having a wooden fence similar to that shown on
the dustjacket, although ours was held together by wire. To this day,
whenever I look at that illustration, in my mind's eye I'm once again
gazing through my old bedroom window at the garden below.
I managed to re-obtain a dustjacketed edition published in the same
year as my original book. It sits alongside my brother's copy of Kid-
napped (which, happily, survived). However, whether it's the '60s
or '70s version, there's just something about that cover which sings
to me of an earlier, more innocent time so many years ago.