The Secret Garden, complete online version

First edition illustrated Children's Book By Frances Hodgson Burnett

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124           THE SECRET GARDEN
then answered quite as if he were replying to a question.
" Aye, he's a friend o' yours," chuckled Dickon.
"Do you think he is?" cried Mary eagerly. She did so want to know. " Do you think he really likes me? "
" He wouldn't come near thee if he didn't," an­swered Dickon. " Birds is rare choosers an' a robin can flout a body worse than a man. See, he's making up to thee now. ' Cannot tha' see a chap? ' he's sayin'."
And it really seemed as if it must be true. He so sidled and twittered and tilted as he hopped on his bush.
"Do you understand everything birds say?" said Mary.
Dickon's grin spread until he seemed all wide, red, curving mouth, and he rubbed his rough head.
" I think I do, and they think I do," he said. w I've lived on th' moor with 'em so long. I've •watched 'em break shell an' come out an' fledge an' learn to fly an' begin to sing, till I think I'm •one of 'em. Sometimes I think p'raps I'm a bird, or a fox, or a rabbit, or a squirrel, or even a beetle, an' I don't know it."
He laughed and came back to the log and began to talk about the flower seeds again. He told her what they looked like when they were flowers;