The Secret Garden, complete online version

First edition illustrated Children's Book By Frances Hodgson Burnett

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104           THE SECRET GARDEN
work away underground for a lifetime an' spread out an' have little 'uns. There's a place in th' park woods here where there's snowdrops by thou­sands. They're the prettiest sight in Yorkshire when th' spring comes. No one knows when they was first planted."
" I wish the spring was here now," said Mary. " I want to see all the things that grow in Eng­land."
She had finished her dinner and gone to her favorite seat on the hearth-rug.
" I wish — I wish I had a little spade," she said.
" Whatever does tha' want a spade for?" asked Martha, laughing. " Art tha' goin' to take to diggin'? I must tell mother that, too."
Mary looked at the fire and pondered a little. She must be careful if she meant to keep her secret kingdom. She wasn't doing any harm, but if Mr. Craven found out about the open door he would be fearfully angry and get a new key and lock it up forevermore. She really could not bear that.
" This is such a big lonely place," she said slowly, as if she were turning matters over in her mind. " The house is lonely, and the park is lonely, and the gardens are lonely. So many places seem shut up. I never did many things in India, but there were more people to look at—> natives and soldiers marching by — and sometimes