She made beauty all round her. When she trod on mud, the mud was beautiful; when she ran in the rain

She made beauty all round her. When she trod on …

She made beauty all round her. When she trod on mud, the mud was beautiful; when she ran in the rain, the rain was silver. When she picked up a toad - she had the strangest and, I thought, unchanciest love for all manner of brutes - the toad became beautiful.

C.S. Lewis