The Secret Garden, complete online version

First edition illustrated Children's Book By Frances Hodgson Burnett

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she had seen when she arrived from India. This child looked nicer. Even Martha had seen a change in her.
" Th' air from th' moor has done thee good already," she had said. " Tha'rt not nigh so yeller and tha'rt not nigh so scrawny. Even tha' hair doesn't slamp down on tha' head so flat. It's got some life in it so as it sticks out a bit."
" It's like me," said Mary. " It's grow­ing stronger and fatter. I'm sure there's more of it."
" It looks it, for sure," said Martha, ruffling it up a little round her face. " Tha'rt not half so ugly when it's that way an' there's a bit o' red in tha' cheeks."
If gardens and fresh air had been good for her perhaps they would be good for Colin. But then, if he hated people to look at him, perhaps he would not like to see Dickon.
" Why does it make you angry when you are looked at? " she inquired one day.
" I always hated it," he answered, " even when I was very little. Then when they took me to the seaside and I used to lie in my carriage every­body used to stare and ladies would stop and talk to my nurse and then they would begin to whisper and I knew then they were saying I shouldn't live to grow up. Then sometimes the ladies would