The Secret Garden, complete online version

First edition illustrated Children's Book By Frances Hodgson Burnett

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IN THE GARDEN                  365
to thoughts of the worst he actually found he was trying to believe in better things.
" Could it be possible that she sees that I may be able to do him good and control him?" he thought. " I will go and see her on my way to Misselthwaite."
But when on his way across the moor he stopped the carriage at the cottage, seven or eight children who were playing about gathered in a group and bobbing seven or eight friendly and polite curtsies told him that their mother had gone to the other side of the moor early in the morning to help a woman who had a new baby. " Our Dickon," they volunteered, was over at the Manor working in one of the gardens where he went several days each week.
Mr. Craven looked over the collection of sturdy little bodies and round red-cheeked faces, each one grinning in its own particular way, and he awoke to the fact that they were a healthy likable lot. He smiled at their friendly grins and took a golden sovereign from his pocket and gave it to " our 'Lizabeth Ellen " who was the oldest.
" If you divide that into eight parts there will be half a crown for. each of you," he said.
Then amid grins and chuckles and bobbing of curtsies he drove away, leaving ecstasy and nudg­ing elbows and little jumps of joy behind.
The drive across the wonderfulness of the moor