The Secret Garden, complete online version

First edition illustrated Children's Book By Frances Hodgson Burnett

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THE MISSEL THRUSH            133
When I dig I'm not tired at all. I like to smell the earth when it's turned up."
" It's rare good for thee," he said, nodding his head wisely. " There's naught as nice as th' smell o' good clean earth, except th' smell o' fresh growin' things when th' rain falls on 'em. I get out on th' moor many a day when it's rainin' an' I lie under a bush an' listen to th' soft swish o' drops on th' heather an' I just sniff an' sniff. My nose end fair quivers like a rabbit's, mother says."
11 Do you never catch cold? " inquired Mary, gazing at him wonderingly. She had never seen such a funny boy, or such a nice one.
" Not me," he said, grinning. " I never ketched cold since I was born. I wasn't brought up nesh enough. I've chased about th' moor in all weathers same as th' rabbits does. Mother says I've sniffed up too much fresh air for twelve year' to ever get to sniffin' with cold. I'm as tough as a white-thorn knobstick."
He was working all the time he was talking and Mary was following him and helping him with her fork or the trowel.
" There's a lot of work to do here! " he said once, looking about quite exultantly.
" Will you come again and help me to do it? " Mary begged. " I'm sure I can help, too. I can