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The Mysterious Garden
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
.
”
The
woman
looked
frightened
,
but
she
only
stammered
that
the
Ayah
could
not
come
and
when
Mary
threw
herself
into
a
passion
and
beat
and
kicked
her
,
she
looked
only
more
frightened
and
repeated
that
it
was
not
possible
for
the
Ayah
to
come
to
Missie
Sahib
.
There
was
something
mysterious
in
the
air
that
morning
.
Nothing
was
done
in
its
regular
order
and
several
of
the
native
servants
seemed
missing
,
while
those
whom
Mary
saw
slunk
or
hurried
about
with
ashy
and
scared
faces
.
But
no
one
would
tell
her
anything
and
her
Ayah
did
not
come
.
She
was
actually
left
alone
as
the
morning
went
on
,
and
at
last
she
wandered
out
into
the
garden
and
began
to
play
by
herself
under
a
tree
near
the
veranda
.
She
pretended
that
she
was
making
a
flower
-
bed
,
and
she
stuck
big
scarlet
hibiscus
blossoms
into
little
heaps
of
earth
,
all
the
time
growing
more
and
more
angry
and
muttering
to
herself
the
things
she
would
say
and
the
names
she
would
call
Saidie
when
she
returned
.
“
Pig
!
Pig
!
Daughter
of
Pigs
!
”
she
said
,
because
to
call
a
native
a
pig
is
the
worst
insult
of
all
.
She
was
grinding
her
teeth
and
saying
this
over
and
over
again
when
she
heard
her
mother
come
out
on
the
veranda
with
someone
.
She
was
with
a
fair
young
man
and
they
stood
talking
together
in
low
strange
voices
.
Mary
knew
the
fair
young
man
who
looked
like
a
boy
.
She
had
heard
that
he
was
a
very
young
officer
who
had
just
come
from
England
.
The
child
stared
at
him
,
but
she
stared
most
at
her
mother
.
She
always
did
this
when
she
had
a
chance
to
see
her
,
because
the
Mem
Sahib
—
Mary
used
to
call
her
that
oftener
than
anything
else
—
was
such
a
tall
,
slim
,
pretty
person
and
wore
such
lovely
clothes
.
Her
hair
was
like
curly
silk
and
she
had
a
delicate
little
nose
which
seemed
to
be
disdaining
things
,
and
she
had
large
laughing
eyes
.
All
her
clothes
were
thin
and
floating
,
and
Mary
said
they
were
“
full
of
lace
.
”
They
looked
fuller
of
lace
than
ever
this
morning
,
but
her
eyes
were
not
laughing
at
all
.
They
were
large
and
scared
and
lifted
imploringly
to
the
fair
boy
officer
’
s
face
.
