The Secret Garden, complete online version

First edition illustrated Children's Book By Frances Hodgson Burnett

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A YOUNG RAJAH                 173
" Tha' shouldn't have done it — tha' shouldn't! Tha'll get me in trouble. I never told thee noth-in' about him— but tha'll get me in trouble. I shall lose my place and what'll mother do!"
a You won't lose your place," said Mary. " He was glad I came. We talked and talked and he said he was glad I came."
"Was he?" cried Martha. "Art tha' sure? Tha' doesn't know what he's like when anything vexes him. He's a big lad to cry like a baby, but when he's in a passion he'll fair scream just to frighten us. He knows us daren't call our souls our own."
" He wasn't vexed," said Mary. " I asked him if I should go away and he made me stay. He asked me questions and I sat on a big footstool and talked to him about India and about the robin and gardens. He wouldn't let me go. He let me see his mother's picture. Before I left him I sang him to sleep."
Martha fairly gasped with amazement.
" I can scarcely believe thee! " she protested. " It's as if tha'd walked straight into a lion's den. If he'd been like he is most times he'd have throwed himself into one of his tantrums and roused th' house. He won't let strangers look at him."
" He let me look at him. I looked at him all