Demo Reading: The Secret Garden by Frances Hodgson Burnett
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the sunshine down for nearly a week on the Secret Garden. The Secret Garden was what Mary called it when she was thinking of it. She liked the name, and she liked still more the feeling that when it's beautiful, walls shut her in. No one knew where she waas. It seemed almost like being shut out of the world in some fairy place. The books she read and liked had been fairy story books, and she had read of Secret Gardens in some of the stories. Sometimes people went to sleep in them for 100 years, which she had thought must be rather stupid. She had no intention of going to sleep, and in fact, she was becoming wider awake every day, which pass it missile thwaite. She was beginning toe like to be out of doors, and she no longer hated the wind but enjoyed it. She could run faster and longer, and she could skip up to 100. The bulbs in the secret garden must have been much astonished. Such nice clear spaces were made around them that they had all the breathing space they wanted. And really, if Mistress Mary had known it, they began to cheer up under the dark earth and worked tremendously. The sun could get it them and warmth, Um, and when the rain came down, it could reach them at once. So they began to feel very much alive. Mary was an odd, determined little person, and now she had something interesting to be determined about. She was very much absorbed. Indeed. She worked and Doug and pulled up. We'd steadily Onley, becoming more pleased with her work every hour instead of tiring of it. It seemed to her like a fascinating sort of play. She found many more of the sprouting, pale green points than she had ever hoped to find. They seem to be starting up everywhere. In each day. She was sure she found tiny new ones, some so tiny that they barely peaked above the earth. There were so many that she remembered what Martha had said about the snowdrops by the thousands and about bulbs spreading and making new ones. These have been left themselves for 10 years, and perhaps they had spread like snowdrops into thousands. She wondered how long it would be before they showed that they were flowers. Sometimes she stopped digging to look at the garden and try to imagine what it be like when it was covered with thousands of lovely things in bloom.