The Secret Garden, complete online version

First edition illustrated Children's Book By Frances Hodgson Burnett

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18             THE SECRET GARDEN
cause she remembered that her father and mother had never talked to her about anything in partic­ular. Certainly they had never told her things.
" Humph," muttered Mrs. Medlock, staring at her queer, unresponsive little face. She did not say any more for a few moments and then she be­gan again.
" I suppose you might as well be told something — to prepare you. You are going to a queer place."
Mary said nothing at all, and Mrs. Medlock looked rather discomfited by her apparent indiffer­ence, but, after taking a breath, she went on.
" Not but that it's a grand big place in a gloomy way, and Mr. Craven's proud of it in his way — and that's gloomy enough, too. The house is six hundred years old and it's on the edge of the moor, and there's near a hundred rooms in it, though most of them's shut up and locked. And there's pictures and fine old furniture and things that's been there for ages, and there's a big park round it and gardens and trees with branches trailing to the ground — some of them." She paused and took another breath. " But there's nothing else," she ended suddenly.
Mary had begun to listen in spite of herself. It all sounded so unlike India, and anything new rather attracted her. But she did not intend to