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ILLUSTRATIONS
from The Secret Garden
It was the knob of a door . . . . . . . . . . 000
There were trees . . . and a large pool with an old gray fountain in its midst . 000
There was a stiff, plain little girl rather like herself . . . . . 000
A boy was sitting under a tree, playing on a rough wooden pipe . . . 000
“Who are you?” he said at last. “Are you a ghost?” . . . . . 000
“That’s fresh air,” she said. “Lie on your back and draw in long breaths of it.” 000 He would lie on the grass “watching things growing” . . . . . 000 A boy burst through it at full speed . . . . . . . . 000
