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First edition illustrated Children's Book By Frances Hodgson Burnett

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76             THE SECRET GARDEN
meant to come again. That's because th' spring­time's on its way. It's a long way off yet, but it's comin'."
" I thought perhaps it always rained or looked dark in England," Mary said.
" Eh I no! " said Martha, sitting up on her heels among her black lead brushes. " Nowt o' th' soart! "
"What does that mean?" asked Mary seri­ously. In India the natives spoke different dia­lects which only a few people understood, so she was not surprised when Martha used words she did not know.
Martha laughed as she had done the first morn­ing.
" There now," she said. " I've talked broad Yorkshire again like Mrs. Medlock said I mustn't. ' Nowt o' th' soart' means ' nothin'-of-the-sort,' " slowly and carefully, " but it takes so long to say it. Yorkshire's th' sunniest place on earth when it is sunny. I told thee tha'd like th' moor after a bit. Just you wait till you see th' gold-colored gorse blossoms an' th' blossoms o' th' broom, an' th' heather flowerin', all purple bells, an' hun­dreds o' butterflies flutterin' an' bees hummin' an' skylarks soarin' up an' singin'. You'll want to get out on it at sunrise an' live out on it all day like Dickon does."