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First edition illustrated Children's Book By Frances Hodgson Burnett

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60             THE SECRET GARDEN
walked to the other end, looking again, but there was no door.
" It's very queer," she said. " Ben Weather-staff said there was no door and there is no door. But there must have been one ten years ago, be­cause Mr. Craven buried the key."
This gave her so much to think of that she be­gan to be quite interested and feel that she was not sorry that she had come to Misselthwaite Manor. In India she had always felt hot and too languid to care much about anything. The fact was that the fresh wind from the moor had begun to blow the cobwebs out of her young brain and to waken her up a little.
She stayed out of doors nearly all day, and when she sat down to her supper at night she felt hungry and drowsy and comfortable. She did not feel cross when Martha chattered away. She felt as if she rather liked to hear her, and at last she thought she would ask her a question. She asked it after she had finished her supper and had sat down on the hearth-rug before the fire.
" Why did Mr. Craven hate the garden? " she said.
She had made Martha stay with her and Mar­tha had not objected at all. She was very young, and used to a crowded cottage full of brothers and sisters, and she found it dull in the great servants'