The Secret Garden, complete online version

First edition illustrated Children's Book By Frances Hodgson Burnett

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Mary and Colin were much alarmed and talked together anxiously. From this time dated their plan of u play actinV
" I may be obliged to have a tantrum," said Colin regretfully. " I don't want to have one and I'm not miserable enough now to work myself into a big one. Perhaps I couldn't have one at all. That lump doesn't come in my throat now and I keep thinking of nice things instead of horrible ones. But if they talk about writing to my father I shall have to do something."
He made up his mind to eat less, but unfortu­nately it was not possible to carry out this brilliant idea when he wakened each morning with an amaz­ing appetite and the table near his sofa was set with a breakfast of home-made bread and fresh butter, snow-white eggs, raspberry jam and clotted cream. Mary always breakfasted writh him and when they found themselves at the table — par­ticularly if there were delicate slices of sizzling ham sending forth tempting odors from under a hot silver cover — they would look into each oth­er's eyes in desperation.
" I think we shall have to eat it all this morning, Mary," Colin always ended by saying. " We can send away some of the lunch and a great deal of the dinner."
But they never found they could send away any-