The Secret Garden, complete online version

First edition illustrated Children's Book By Frances Hodgson Burnett

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gardens and gardeners. But he likes to hear about this garden because it is a secret. I daren't tell him much but he said he wanted to see it."
" Us'll have him out here sometime for sure," said Dickon. " I could push his carriage well enough. Has tha' noticed how th' robin an' his mate has been workin' while we've been sittin' here? Look at him perched on that branch won-derin' where it'd be best to put that twig he's got in his beak."
He made one of his low whistling calls and the robin turned his head and looked at him inquir­ingly, still holding his twig. Dickon spoke to him as Ben Weatherstaff did, but Dickon's tone was one of friendly advice.
" Wheres'ever tha' puts it," he said, " it'll be all right. Tha' knew how to build tha' nest before tha' came out o' th' egg. Get on with thee, lad. Tha'st got no time to lose."
"Oh, I do like to hear you talk to him!" Mary said, laughing delightedly. " Ben Weath-erstaff scolds him and makes fun of him, and he hops about and looks as if he understood every word, and I know he likes it. Ben Weatherstafl says he is so conceited he would rather have stones thrown at him than not be noticed."
Dickon laughed too and went on talking.