The Secret Garden, complete online version

First edition illustrated Children's Book By Frances Hodgson Burnett

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be done with mine first. I'll get some more work done before I start back home."
He sat down with his back against a tree.
" I'll call th' robin up," he said, " and give him th' rind o' th' bacon to peck at. They likes a bit o' fat wonderful."
Mary could scarcely bear to leave him. Sud­denly it seemed as if he might be a sort of wood fairy who might be gone when she came into the garden again. He seemed too good to be true. She went slowly half-way to the door in the wall and then she stopped and went back.
" Whatever happens, you — you never would tell? " she said.
His poppy-colored cheeks were distended with his first big bite of bread and bacon, but he man­aged to smile encouragingly.
" If tha' was a missel thrush an' showed me where thy nest was, does tha' think I'd tell any one? Not me," he said. "Tha' art as safe as a missel thrush."
And she was quite sure she was.