The Secret Garden, complete online version

First edition illustrated Children's Book By Frances Hodgson Burnett

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"I AM COLIN"                   157
across the room, and as she drew nearer the light attracted the boy's attention and he turned his head on his pillow and stared at her, his gray eyes opening so wide that they seemed immense.
"Who are you?" he said at last in a half-frightened whisper. "Are you a ghost?"
" No, I am not," Mary answTered, her own whis­per sounding half frightened. " Are you one? "
He stared and stared and stared. Mary could not help noticing what strange eyes he had. They were agate gray and they looked too big for his face because they had black lashes all round them.
" No," he replied after waiting a moment or so. " I am Colin."
"Who is Colin?" she faltered.
"I am Colin Craven. Who are you?"
" I am Mary Lennox. Mr. Craven is my uncle."
"He is my father," said the boy.
" Your father! " gasped Mary. " No one ever told me he had a boy! Why didn't they?"
" Come here," he said, still keeping his strange eyes fixed on her with an anxious expression.
She came close to the bed and he put out his hand and touched her.
" You are real, aren't you ? " he said. " I have such real dreams very often. You might be one of them."