The Secret Garden, complete online version

First edition illustrated Children's Book By Frances Hodgson Burnett

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"That there?" she sai'd
" Yes."
" That's th' moor," with a good-natured grin. " Does tha' like it?"
" No," answered Mary. " I hate it."
" That's because tha'rt not used to it," Martha said, going back to her hearth. " Tha' thinks it's too big an' bare now. But tha' will like it."
" Do you? " inquired Mary.
" Aye, that I do," answered Martha, cheerfully polishing away at the grate. " I just love it. It's none bare. It's covered wi' growin' things as smells sweet. It's fair lovely in spring an' sum­mer when th' gorse an' broom an' heather's in flower. It smells 0' honey an' there's such a lot o' fresh air — an' th' sky looks so high an' th' bees an' skylarks makes such a nice noise hummin' an' singin'. Eh! I wouldn't live away from th' moor for anythin'."
Mary listened to her with a grave, puzzled ex­pression. The native servants she had been used to in India were not in the least like this. They were obsequious and servile and did not presume to talk to their masters as if they were their equals. They made salaams and called them " protector of the poor " and names of that sort. Indian serv­ants were commanded to do things, not asked.