The Secret Garden, complete online version

First edition illustrated Children's Book By Frances Hodgson Burnett

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he told her how to plant them, and watch them, and feed and water them.
" See here," he said suddenly, turning round to look at her. " I'll plant them for thee myself. Where is tha' garden? "
Mary's thin hands clutched each other as they lay on her lap. She did not know what to say, so for a whole minute she said nothing. She had never thought of this. She felt miserable. And she felt as if she went red and then pale.
" Tha's got a bit o' garden, hasn't tha' ? " Dickon said.
It was true that she had turned red and then pale. Dickon saw her do it, and as she still said nothing, he began to be puzzled.
"Wouldn't they give thee a bit?" he asked. "Hasn't tha' got any yet?"
She held her hands even tighter and turned her eyes toward him.
" I don't know anything about boys," she said slowly. " Could you keep a secret, if I told you one? It's a great secret. I don't know what I should do if any one found it out. I believe I should die! " She said the last sentence quite fiercely.
Dickon looked more puzzled than ever and even rubbed his hand over his rough head again, but he answered quite good-humoredly.