The Secret Garden, complete online version

First edition illustrated Children's Book By Frances Hodgson Burnett

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was a tiny little shaggy moor pony with thick locks hanging over his eyes and with a pretty face and a nuzzling velvet nose. He was rather thin with living on moor grass but he was as tough and wiry as if the muscle in his little legs had been made of steel springs. He had lifted his head and whin­nied softly the moment he saw Dickon and he had trotted up to him and put his head across his shoulder and then Dickon had talked into his ear and Jump had talked back in odd little whinnies and puffs and snorts. Dickon had made him give Mary his small front hoof and kiss her on her cheek with his velvet muzzle.
" Does he really understand everything Dickon says? " Colin asked.
" It seems as if he does," answered Mary. " Dickon says anything will understand if you're friends with it for sure, but you have to be friends for sure."
Colin lay quiet a little while and his strange gray eyes seemed to be staring at the wall, but Mary saw he was thinking.
" I wish I was friends with things," he said at last, " but I'm not. I never had anything to be friends with, and I can't bear people."
" Can't you bear me? " asked Mary.
M Yes, I can," he answered. " It's very funny but I even like you."