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1. There's No One Left 1
2. Mistress Mary Quite Contrary 9
3. Across the Moor 21
4. Martha 28
5. The Cry in the Corridor 51
6. There Was Some One Crying-There Was 62
7. The Key of the Garden 72
8. The Robin Who Showed the Way 81
9. The Strangest House 93
10. Dickon 106
11. The Nest of the Missel Thrush 123
12. Might I Have a Bit of Earth? 134
13. I Am Colin 146
14. A Young Rajah 165
15. Nest Building 181
16. "I Won't!" Said Mary 198
17. A Tantrum 208
18. Tha' Munnot Waste No Time 218
19. It Has Come! 228
20. I Shall Live Forever 244
21. Ben Weatherstaff 256
22. When the Sun Went Down 270
23. Magic 279
24. Let Them Laugh 296
25. The Curtain 313
26. It's Mother! 323
27. In the Garden 337

* Reading level: Ages 9-12
ABOUT THIS BOOK

When orphaned Mary Lennox, lonely and sad, comes to live at her uncle's great house on the Yorkshire moors, she finds it full of secrets. At night, she hears the sound of crying down one of the long corridors. Outside, she meets Dickon, a magical boy who can charm and talk to animals. Then, one day, with the help of a friendly robin, Mary discovers the most mysterious wonder of all--a secret garden, walled and locked, which has been completely forgotten for years and years. Is everything in the graden dead, or can Mary bring it back to life?

EXCERPT

There's No One Left
When Mary Lennox was sent to Misselthwaite Manor to live with her uncle everybody said she was the most disagreeable-looking child ever seen. It was true, too. She had a little thin face and a little thin body, thin light hair and a sour expression. Her hair was yellow, and her face was yellow because she had been born in India and had always been ill in one way or another. Her father had held a position under the English Government and had always been busy and ill himself, and her mother had been a great beauty who cared only to go to parties and amuse herself with gay people. She had not wanted a little girl at all, and when Mary was born she handed her over to the care of an Ayah, who was made to understand that if she wished to please the Mem Sahib she must keep the child out of sight as much as possible. So when she was a sickly, fretful, ugly little baby she was kept out of the way, and when she became a sickly, fretful, toddling thing she was kept out of the way also. She never remembered seeing familiarly anything but the dark faces of her Ayah and the other native servants, and as they always obeyed her and gave her her own way in everything, because the Mem Sahib would be angry if she was disturbed by her crying, by the time she was six years old she was as tyrannical and selfish a little pig as ever lived. The young English governess who came to teach her to read and write disliked her so much that she gave up her place in three months, and when other governesses came to try to fill it they always went away in a shorter time than the first one. So if Mary had not chosen to really want to know how to read books she would never have learned her letters at all.

One frightfully hot morning, when she was about nine years old, she awakened feeling very cross, and she became crosser still when she saw that the servant who stood by her bedside was not her Ayah.

"Why did you come?" she said to the strange woman. "I will not let you stay. Send my Ayah to me."