"One of the little gusts of wind rushed down the walk. It was strong enough to wave the branches of the trees, and more than strong enough to sway the trailing sprays of untrimmed ivy hanging from the wall. Mary had stepped close to the robin, and more suddenly still she jumped towards the loose ivy trail and caught it in her hand, for she had spotted something underneath it: a round knob that had been covered by the leaves hanging over it. It was the knob of a door." #moo #debugbuildsforsemaj