THE TRICK GARDEN BY FRANCES HODGSON BURNETT
Publisher of " The Shuttle, " " The Producing of a Marchioness, " " The Methods of Lady Walderhurst, " " The Lass o' Lowries, " " Through 1 Administration, " " Little Lord Fauntleroy, " " A Lady of Quality, " etc .
MATERIAL CHAPTER NAME I THERE IS ABSOLUTELY NO ONE LEFT II MISTRESS MARY QUITE CONTRARY III ACROSS THE MOOR IV MARTHA V THE CRY IN THE CORRIDOR MIRE " THERE WAS SOME ONE CRYING--THERE WAS! " VII THE REAL KEY TO THE YARD VIII THE ROBIN WHO HAVE SHOWED HOW IX THE STRANGEST RESIDENCE ANY ONE AT ANY TIME LIVED IN Times DICKON XI THE NEST OF THE PRATIQUANT THRUSH XII " MAY POSSIBLY I HAVE A PIECE OF EARTH? " XIII " I ARE COLIN" XIV A YOUNG RAJAH XV NEST BUILDING XVI " I WILL NOT! " EXPLAINED MARY XVII A TANTRUM XVIII " THA' MUNNOT SQUANDER NO TIME" XIX " IT HAS COME! " TWENTY " We SHALL LIVE FOREVER--AND EVER--AND EVER! " XXI BEN WEATHERSTAFF XXII WHEN THE SUN WENT DOWN
XXIII MAGIC XIV " BUT LET THEM LAUGH" XXV THE DRAPE XXVI " IT'S MOTHER! " XXVII IN THE BACK GARDEN
THE SECRET YARD BY FRANCES HODGSON BURNETT
CHAPTER My spouse and i THERE IS NO ONE LEFT
When Mary Lennox was provided for Misselthwaite Way to live with her granddad everybody stated she was the most disagreeable-looking child ever seen. It had been true, too. She a new little slim face and a little slender body, thin light frizzy hair and a sour manifestation. Her frizzy hair was yellowish, and her face was yellow since she was born in India together always been unwell in one method or another. Her father experienced held a position under the English language Government and had always been busy and ill himself, and her mother had been a fantastic beauty who also cared only to go to functions and amuse herself with gay people. She hadn't wanted just a little girl whatsoever, and when Martha was born your woman handed her over to the care of an Ayah, who had been made to realize that if she wished to you should the Mem Sahib your woman must keep your child out of sight whenever you can. So the moment she was obviously a sickly, fretful, ugly small baby your woman was kept out of the way, then when she started to be a sickly, fretful, toddling thing she was held out of the way also. She hardly ever remembered seeing familiarly anything but the darker faces of her Ayah and the other native servants, and as they will always followed her and gave her her personal way in everything, since the Mem Sahib would be angry if she was annoyed by her crying, when she was six years old she was as tyrannical
and self-centered a little pig as ever lived. The young English governess who found teach her to read and write disliked her so much that the lady gave up her place in 90 days, and when different governesses came to try to fill it that they always went away in a short time compared to the first one. And so if Martha had not chosen to really want to know how to read ebooks she would do not have learned her letters at all. One frightfully hot morning, when the lady was about eight years old, the lady awakened feeling very mix, and the girl became crosser still the moment she noticed that the servant who stood by her bedside has not been her Ayah. " How come did you come? " she thought to the odd woman. " I will not let you stay. Send my Ayah to my opinion. " The girl looked scared, but the girl only stammered that the Ayah could not arrive and when Martha threw very little into a love and overcome and started her, the girl looked only more anxious and repeated that it was impossible for the Ayah to come to Missie Sahib. There was some thing mysterious in the air that morning. Nothing was done in its regular order and several of the native servants seemed missing, while those whom Jane saw slunk or rushed about with ashy and scared looks. But no-one would let her know anything and her Ayah did not come. She was really left exclusively as a period of time went on, with last she wandered out into the garden and started to play simply by herself within tree near to the veranda. The lady pretended that she was making a flower-bed, and she trapped big scarlet hibiscus blossoms into very little heaps of earth, all the time developing more and more furious and muttering to very little the things she would say plus the names she would call Saidie when the girl returned. " Pig!...