
- Anne Frank
Dickon: The animals tell me all their secrets.
Mary: [pointing to the Robin] He wouldn't tell you my secret, would he?
Dickon: About what, Miss Mary?
Mary: A garden. I've stolen a garden. But it may already be dead, I don't know.
Dickon: I'll know.
Mary: Promise you won't tell anyone?
Dickon: Promise.
Mary: No one?
Dickon: Not a soul.
From: The Secret Garden by Frances Hodgson Burnett
2 comments:
My heart aches and my heart soars, when I read her work.
I know it is true..
When I walk in the morning along our lake I can feel nature's peace and sunshine warms my face.
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