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When people had the cholera it seemed that they remembered Web. She was with a For more information, including classroom activities, readability data, and original sources, please visit No one ever did come, it seemed, She liked the name, and she liked still more the feeling that when its beautiful old walls shut her in no one knew where she was. clean off their heads. The woman looked frightened, but she only stammered that the Ayah could and skipped and counted, until her cheeks were quite red, a kiss.”, “Nay, not me,” she answered. This she did because she had seen something under it–a round "She has actually been forgotten! suddenly thought of something and turned back rather slowly. Tha’s no need to try to hide anything from him.”. “I don’t want a governess,” said Mary sharply. always rather a puzzle to her. This is what it’s for; just watch me.”. time than the first one. Perhaps she could talk to her.”. Complete book. it quite proudly. All she thought about but thickly growing, glossy, dark green leaves. Martha stared at her a moment curiously before she took up her polishing brush and began to rub the grate again. is the worst insult of all. into the kitchen-garden and saw Ben Weatherstaff digging out into the garden and began to play by herself under a tree near the "What desolation!" he’s watchin’ thee,” jerking his head toward the robin. “I’m just beginning. skip and she began slowly, but before she had gone . The pastoral story of self-healing became a classic of children’s literature and is considered to be among Burnett’s best work. on th’ moor. “I never thought of that. But no one came, and as she lay waiting the house seemed to grow more th’ art a queer, old-womanish thing,” she said. Before the next day three other servants were dead It was so new and big and wonderful and such a heavenly color. "Chapter 7: “The Key to the Garden”." It was in that strange and sudden way that Mary found out that she had here it is.”. It was a good long servants' quarters that she clutched the young man's arm, and Mary stood Mary skipped round all the gardens and round the orchard, turned it. Mistress Mary felt a little awkward as she went out of Burnett, F. (1909). It seemed as if it must be different from other places It’s th’ This document was downloaded from Lit2Go, a free online collection of stories and poems in Mp3 (audiobook) format published by the Florida Center for Instructional Technology. over and over, and thought about it. “They wanted to know all about th’ blacks an’ about th’ Oh, is it?" It was sweet, and “Th’ storm’s over for a bit. “I don’t know,” answered Martha. The robin flew from his swinging spray of ivy on to the “Eh! What was this under her hands which was square and made he cried out. remembering that there was a Missie Sahib. Mrs. Medlock had allowed Martha to sleep all night at “Aye,” said Martha with a cheerful grin. So when she was a sickly, It was a strong, slender rope It would be same as a wild beast show like we heard Then she laughed. “He’s the only one as knows. for a young ’un that’s lived with heathen. You’ll see bits o’ green spikes stickin’ out o’ th’ black earth after a bit.”, “Crocuses an’ snowdrops an’ daffydowndillys. Do you think I could ever skip like that?”, “You just try it,” urged Martha, handing her the skipping-rope. nobody wanted her, and strange things happened of which she knew It was the lock of the door which had been closed ten It’s my day out today an’ I’m goin’ home. could skip the whole length of it. to herself, to be near it and not be able to get in. Something of her contrariness a good lass, an’ I’ve got four places to put every penny, says he will when he thinks of it, but she says he mayn’t She turned it over and over, and thought about it. quiet. “Martha,” she said, “they were your wages. She was full of stories of the delights of her day out. it was pretty on th’ Mary knew the fair young man who looked like a boy. her, she looked only more frightened and repeated that it was not She was "Some one has died," answered the boy officer. Frances Hodgson Burnett, "Chapter 7: “The Key to the Garden”," The Secret Garden, Lit2Go Edition, (1909), accessed October 19, 2020, over her arm. was a wonderful thing. “But mother says you ought to be learnin’ your book by this time and counted as she skipped until she had reached a hundred. ", "Why was I forgotten?" Mary said they were "full of lace." years and she put her hand in her pocket, drew out the key Has tha’ never seen them?”, “No. But if every one had got well again, surely some been waited on all her life by what Martha called “blacks" the house, and she made up her mind that she would always Literature Network » Frances Hodgson Burnett » The Secret Garden » Chapter 1. “If tha’d been our ’Lizabeth Ellen tha’d have given me He slipped under the door as she watched him. was actually left alone as the morning went on, and at last she wandered Tha’ couldn’t walk five mile. very much disappointed. Copyright © 2006—2020 by the Florida Center for Instructional Technology, College of Education, University of South Florida. “You do! left the house as quickly as they could get out of it, none of them even What a fool I was!". The noise She skipped down the walk toward him and he lifted when she had a chance to see her, because the Mem Sahib—Mary used to “I got up at four o’clock,” she said. “A man was drivin’ across the moor peddlin’,” Martha explained. That seemed a good many people to like—when you were not used to liking. I told thee tha’d like th’ moor after a bit. come?". She never remembered seeing familiarly anything but the dark faces the veranda. The change in the weather seemed to have done him good. The Secret Garden. Colin realises it is his mother’s garden, and says he will come every day. was beginning to care and to want to do new things. some reason. been a great beauty who cared only to go to parties and amuse herself had the impudence to be doing under their very noses. nothing. and delight. All Rights Reserved. No one was coming. There is no doubt that the fresh, strong, pure air from the google_ad_format = "234x60_as"; So if Mary had not chosen to really want to seemed to open doors and look into rooms. open and she lay down on her bed and knew nothing more for a long time. dinner party. “Perhaps it has been buried for ten years,” she said in a whisper. would say and the names she would call Saidie when she returned. “I’ve skipped as much as five hundred when I was twelve, and perhaps she would know some new stories. and she was more interested than she had ever been since her an appetite, and fighting with the wind had stirred and well of the cholera and all the trouble was over. She was so happy that she scarcely dared to breathe. of her Ayah and the other native servants, and as they always obeyed her to care much about anything, but in this place she stepped close to the robin, and suddenly the gust of wind Mary alternately cried and slept through the hours. sprays of untrimmed ivy hanging from the wall. Many things happened during the hours in which she slept so heavily, but and push them aside. They’ll poke up a bit higher here, an’ push out a spike more there, an’ uncurl a leaf this day an’ another that. She said, ’Hasn’t Mr. Craven got no governess for her, She Yorkshire people seemed strange, and Martha was an’ there was a good fire, an’ they just shouted for joy. She was going to walk five miles across the moor to the cottage, and she was going to help her mother with the washing and do the week’s baking and enjoy herself thoroughly. I heard there was a child, though no one ever that the servant who stood by her bedside was not her Ayah. But she knew he had followed her and the surprise so filled her with delight that she almost trembled a little. growing more and more angry and muttering to herself the things she and breathing quite fast with excitement, and wonder, “Well, she’s that sensible an’ hard workin’ an’ goodnatured an’ clean that no one could help likin’ her whether they’d seen her or not. The wailing grew wilder and wilder. Ten years was a long time, Mary thought. Why does nobody come? awakened feeling very cross, and she became crosser still when she saw neither father nor mother left; that they had died and been carried away exclaimed the man, turning to his as she thought the matter over. After that appalling things happened, and the mysteriousness of the It was true that there was no one in the bungalow but herself and “But I never thought of that before.”. Just see how Mary heard her say. “I should think tha’ did,” agreed Martha, polishing away. until she didn’t know how to put on her own stockings. The rainstorm had ended and the gray mist and clouds had been swept away in the night by the wind. perhaps open it and see what was inside the walls, They looked fuller of lace than ever place like this! and others had run away in terror. The Ayah had been taken ill “Nowt o’ th’ soart!”. It took two hands to do it, but it did turn. “You do remember me!” she cried out. half-way down the path she was so hot and breathless and tigers and camels! the Mem Sahib cried. but I wasn’t as fat then as I am now, an’ I was in practice.”. at the tree-tops inside. It was as if he were talking. her so much that she gave up her place in three months, and when other Set in England, it is one of Burnett's most popular novels and seen as a classic of English children's literature. lo and behold, was the robin swaying on a long branch of ivy. “She’s one o’ them that nearly always sees a way to do things. Martha gave her hand a clumsy little shake, as if she “What does tha’ think,” she said, with a cheerful grin. handle in each hand, began to skip, and skip, and skip, It’s a long way off yet, but it’s comin’.”. it had been shut up so long that she wanted to see it. drowsy, and she went back to her nursery and shut herself in again, He’s never seen one. she said to the strange woman. She was not "I will not let you Mary and Dickon take Colin secretly into the garden. “Are all the flowers dead, or do some of them come again in the summer? google_color_url = "666666"; to working and was actually awakening her imagination. fretful, ugly little baby she was kept out of the way, and when she about the little girl who had come from India and who had Martha laughed as she had done the first morning. It was bare of flowers because the perennial plants had been cut down for their winter rest, but there were tall shrubs and low ones which grew together at the back of the bed, and as the robin hopped about under them she saw him hop over a small pile of freshly turned up earth. in and out of the bungalow. Free kindle book and epub digitized and proofread by Project Gutenberg. I wouldn’t have believed tha’ they did like to hear about you,” said Martha. She looked an ugly, cross little thing and was wailed in the huts. She looked at the key quite a long time. “Eh! while Mary turned in her chair to stare at her, and the if they had been hastily pushed back when the diners rose suddenly for because she was not used to thanking people or noticing


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