The Secret Garden, complete online version

First edition illustrated Children's Book By Frances Hodgson Burnett

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and were always quarreling and snatching toys from each other. Mary hated their untidy bun­galow and was so disagreeable to them that after the first day or two nobody would play with her. By the second day they had given her a nickname which made her furious.
It was Basil who thought of it first. Basil was a little boy with impudent blue eyes and a turned-up nose and Mary hated him. She was playing by herself under a tree, just as she had been playing the day the cholera broke out. She was making heaps of earth and paths for a garden and Basil came and stood near to watch her. Pres­ently he got rather interested and suddenly made a suggestion.
" Why don't you put a heap of stones there and pretend it is a rockery? " he said. " There in the middle," and he leaned over her to point.
" Go away! " cried Mary. " I don't want boys. Go away! "
For a moment Basil looked angry, and then he began to tease. He was always teasing his sis­ters. He danced round and round her and made faces and sang and laughed.
" Mistress Mary, quite contrary, How does your garden grow ? With silver bells, and cockle shells, And marigolds all in a row."