Errata Id: 20746HEADmain

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@@ -258,7 +258,7 @@ flowers, just like little untidy twisted pansies.</p>
 <p>The Elf reminds me that I am to tell you about the daffodils. I had
 forgotten all about them. Really, you know it is the Imp and the Elf who
 are writing this book. If it were not for them I should be forgetting
-nearly everything. There are such a lot of things to remember In the
+nearly everything. There are such a lot of things to remember. In the
 wood where we find the coloured primroses there are great banks of
 daffodils under the green larches. They are just like bright yellow
 trumpets growing out of pale yellow stars. The Imp says they are the
@@ -695,7 +695,7 @@ winter.</p>
 
 <p>When the last of all the carts of hay has rumbled away like that, Dick's
 wife, who knows all the old songs, reminds the Elf and the Imp of this
-one;</p>
+one:</p>
 
 <p style="margin-left: 30%;">
 <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">"With the last load of hay</span><br />
@@ -851,9 +851,9 @@ is not that the finest fun of all the year?</p>
 <p>We go blackberrying with deep baskets, and parcels of sandwiches and
 cakes. We have several good blackberry walks. One of them takes us past
 the hawthorn tree and along the edge of the moors, and then down into a
-valley through a long lane with high banks covered with bram-bles and
+valley through a long lane with high banks covered with brambles and
 black with the squashy berries. As we pass the hawthorn tree the Elf
-always look up at it, and though she says nothing I know she is thinking
+always looks up at it, and though she says nothing I know she is thinking
 of the Mayday and the dancing and the playing at Oranges and Lemons.</p>
 
 <p>We have a basket each when we go blackberrying, and we race to see who
@@ -1074,7 +1074,7 @@ goes on, "He does it because he wants to run about and play without
 hurting the poor little plants. He knows that he is so cold that they
 would die, like the children in the story book, if he danced about on
 top of them, without covering them with a blanket So he just freezes the
-rain into a big cosy white blanket for them and lays It gently down."</p>
+rain into a big cosy white blanket for them and lays it gently down."</p>
 
 <p>Presently, after we have been talking and telling stories for a little,
 the Imp cries out, "Ogre, Ogre, we have forgotten all about the