The Secret Garden, complete online version

First edition illustrated Children's Book By Frances Hodgson Burnett

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At that moment a very good thing was happen­ing to her. Four good things had happened to her, in fact, since she came to Misselthwaite Manor. She had felt as if she had understood a robin and that he had understood her; she had run in the wind until her blood had grown warm; she had been healthily hungry for the first time in her life; and she had found out what it was to be sorry for some one. She was getting on.
But as she was listening to the wind she began to listen to something else. She did not know what it was, because at first she could scarcely dis­tinguish it from the wind itself. It was a curious sound — it seemed almost as if a child were cry­ing somewhere. Sometimes the wind sounded rather like a child crying, but presently Mistress Mary felt quite sure that this sound was inside the house, not outside it. It was far away, but it was inside. She turned round and looked at Martha.
" Do you hear any one crying? " she said.
Martha suddenly looked confused.
" No," she answered. " It's th' wind. Some­times it sounds like as if some one was lost on th' moor an' wailin'. It's got all sorts o' sounds."
" But listen," said Mary. " It's in the house — down one of those long corridors."
And at that very moment a door must have been