The Secret Garden, complete online version

First edition illustrated Children's Book By Frances Hodgson Burnett

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182           THE SECRET GARDEN
building nests and making holes and burrows and chippering or singing or squeaking to each other. They are so busy and having such fun under the earth or in the trees or heather. It's their world."
11 How do you know all that? " said Colin, turning on his elbow to look at her.
" I have never been there once, really," said Mary suddenly remembering. " I only drove over it in the dark. I thought it was hideous. Martha told me about it first and then Dickon. When Dickon talks about it you feel as if you saw things and heard them and as if you were stand­ing in the heather with the sun shining and the gorse smelling like honey — and all full of bees and butterflies."
" You never see anything if you are ill," said Colin restlessly. He looked like a person listen­ing to a new sound in the distance and wondering what it was.
" You can't if you stay in a room," said Mary.
" I couldn't go on the moor," he said in a re­sentful tone.
Mary was silent for a minute and then she said something bold.
" You might — sometime."
He moved as if he were startled.
" Go on the moor! How could I? I am go­ing to die."