The Secret Garden Page #2

I had my hands full, I can tell you.

You might say, you're thankful .

What's down that hall?

Now let things be understood,

You play here you sleep there

Down the stairs on the right is the kitchen and the outdoors

All that, youre welcome

But don't you go poking about the house.

Why didn't my uncle want to see me?

I came all the way from India and his lights on

and it's the queerest house I've ever seen in all my life

and he doesn't want to see me

Well you might say he's the queer one

Well I don't want to see him

Hmm you're a queer one too

I heard somebody crying

I told you, no gadding about the house

I wasn't gadding about

I heard somebody crying

I'm sure I heard somebody crying

The wind off the moors , wuthering around the house

and you talk about someone crying

Goodnight

Herrr . . . Thar awake?

Who are you?

Why . . . I'm Martha

What does thy think of thy room ?

I hate it

What's so funny?

Well eh

If you don't like it then look out a window

Look at the moors

I hate them

Why you've non seen them yet

Don't say that

. . because they're bare and lonely with the winter time

You wait until it's Spring and Summer

and the gorse and the heather are smelling high with honey

and the Skylarks making noises . . ah

What kind of language are you talking?

Yorkshire Miss

Whom Mrs Medlock

she say I'll be a servant ever what with Yorkshire drooling from my tongue like rancid butter

ha ha ha ha rancid butter

Say but the good Lord knows, I'll never speak a proper language

Are you my servant?

Well there ...

Aye, you might say I'm Mrs. Medlocks servant and then ..

then you might say that Mrs. Medlocks

Mr. Cravens servant and thee are .....

. . thy are Mr. Cravens niece . so in a manner of speaking I'm thy servant.

Aye !

What's so funny?

I'm always laughing

Martha

In a minute

Martha!

In a minute!

Wait . . . eh but thars thin

My pillow's on the floor, pick it up!

What thy needs is exercise

Fresh air , good food and exercise a plenty

That's what my mother says will do for the skinniest

and she should know, my mother, she was raising 10 of us

I said my pillows on the floor, pick it up.

Oh pick it up by yourself and have a bit of exercise

. . for start thee

I want another servant!

In India it's the custom for servants to do as they're told.

and she doesn't laugh!

My servant never laughs ... never!

I hate you !!

My Uncle doesn't want to see me and

. . nobody will do as I say. I can't go anywhere

Aye . . dreadful

Get away from me! GO AWAY !!

There there now ...

Their feels strange here

After thy've had thy porridge and got thy self dressed

Thy can go out and play

My brother Dickon will be coming up to see thee

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