The Secret Garden

You can lose a friend in springtime easier than any other season

One of the new things peo­ple be­gan to find out in the last cen­tury was that thoughts—just mere thoughts—are as pow­er­ful as elec­tric bat­ter­ies—as good for one as sun­light is, or as bad for one as poi­son.

while those whom Mary saw slunk or hur­ried about with ashy and scared faces

you may never get over it as long as you live.

"Mistress Mary, quite contrary,

How does your garden grow? With silver bells, and cockle shells, And marigolds all in a row."

. It is very sad, now the poor beautiful thing is gone

It is very sad, now the poor beautiful thing is gone

"Mistress Mary, quite contrary, How does your garden grow? With silver bells, and cockle shells, And marigolds all in a row."

“I did it! The Magic worked!” he cried. “That is my first sci­en­tific dis­cov­ery.”

Every­thing is made out of Magic, leaves and trees, flow­ers and birds, bad­gers and foxes and squir­rels and peo­ple. So it must be all around us. In this gar­den—in all the places. The Magic in this gar­den has made me stand up and know I am go­ing to live to be a man. I am go­ing to make the sci­en­tific ex­per­i­ment of try­ing to get some and put it in my­self and make it push and draw me and make me strong.