The Secret Garden, complete online version

First edition illustrated Children's Book By Frances Hodgson Burnett

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hall down-stairs where the footman and upper-housemaids made fun of her Yorkshire speech and looked upon her as a common little thing, and sat and whispered among themselves. Martha liked to talk, and the strange child who had lived in India, and been waited upon by " blacks," was novelty enough to attract her.
She sat down on the hearth herself without wait­ing to be asked.
"Art tha' thinkin' about that garden yet?" she said. " I knew tha' would. That was just the way with me when I first heard about it."
" Why did he hate it? " Mary persisted.
Martha tucked her feet under her and made herself quite comfortable.
" Listen to th' wind wutherin' round the house," she said. " You could bare stand up on the moor if you was out on it to-night."
Mary did not know what " wutherin' " meant until she listened, and then she understood. It must mean that hollow shuddering sort of roar which rushed round and round the house as if the giant no one could see were buffeting it and beat­ing at the walls and windows to try to break in. But one knew he could not get in, and somehow it made one feel very safe and warm inside a room with a red coal fire.
" But why did he hate it so? " she asked, after