The Secret Garden

e; every morning she ate herbreakfast in the nursery which had nothing amusing in it;and after each breakfast she gazed out of the windowacross to the huge moor which seemed to spre

hen she began to walkquickly or even run along the paths and down the avenue,she was stirring he

iant she could not see. But the bigbreaths of rough fresh air blown over the heather filledher lungs with something which was good f

to be hungry,and when she sat down to her breakfast she did not glancedisdainfully at her porridge an

h with that this mornin',

" said Mary, feeling a l

achfor tha' victuals," answered Martha. "It's lucky

ve in our cottage a

in it. You go on

' you'll get some fl

hing to play with.""Nothin' to play with!" exclaimed Martha. "Ou

did not shout,but she looked at th

the park. Sometimes she looked forBen Weatherstaff, but though several t

him he picked up his spadeand tur

went to oftener

wallsround them. There were bare flower-beds on eith

arkgreen leaves were more bushy than elsewhere. It se

de to look neat,but at this lower end of

Ben Weatherstaff,Mary stopped to no

a gleam of scarlet andheard a brilliant chirp, and there, on the top of the wall,forward perched

d not seem at all queer to her that she spoke to himas

rped and hopped alongthe wall as if h

understood him, too,though he was not

sn't the sun nice? Isn'teverything nice

little flightsalong the wall she ran after him. Poor little thin,

rped and tried to whistle, which last she didnot know how to do in the least.

de a darting flightto the top of a t

ry of the first ti

orchard. Now she was on the other sideof the orchard and standing in the

no one can go into,"

n without a door.

ran down the path throughthe other door and then into the orchard, and when shestood and looked up there was the tree on th

had foundbefore--that there was no door in it. Then she ranthrough the kitchen-gardens again and out into the walkoutside the long ivy-covered wall

ago, because Mr. Craven buriedthe key."This gave her so much to think of that she began to bequite interested and feel that she w

moor had begunto blow the cobwebs out of h

lt hungry and drowsyand comfortable. She did not feel cross when Marthachattered away. She f

shed her supper and had satdown o

raven hate the g

dull in the great servants' hall downstairs where thefootman and upper-housemaids made fun of her Yorkshirespeech and looked upon her as a common little thing,and sat

hearth herself witho

n' about that gard

way with me when Ifirst heard about it

t under her and made he

nd wutherin' round

she listened,and then she understood. It must mean that hollowshuddering sort of roar which rushed round and round

somehow it madeone feel very safe and

e asked, after shehad listened. S

ave up her stor

talked about. There's lots o' things in this place th

e none servants'

ade when first theywere married an' she just loved it, an' they used to 'tendthe flowers

' stay there hours

, she was just a

ton it. An' she made roses grow over it an' she usedt

o bad that next day she died. Th' doctors thought he'dg

ary did not ask any more questions. She looked atthe red fire and listen

very good thing w

understood a robin and that he had understood her;she had run in the wind until her blood had grown warm;she ha

tinguish it fromthe wind itself. It was a curious sound--it seemed almostas if a child were crying somewhere. Sometimes the windsounded rather li

round and loo

r any one cry

ddenly look

ind. Sometimes itsounds like as i

ave been openedsomewhere downstairs; for a great rushing draft blew alongthe passage and the door of the room they sat in was blownopen with a crash, and as

hut the door and turned the key, but beforeshe did it they both heard the sound of a door in some farpassage

wind," said Ma

d th' toothache all day."But something troubled and awkward in her manner madeMi