The secret garden

56 THE SECRET GARDENBut the big breaths of rough fresh air blown overthe heather filled her lungs with something whichwas good for her whole thin body and whippedsome red color into her cheeks and brightenedher dull eyes when she did not know anythingabout it.But after a few days spent almost entirely outof doors she wakened one morning knowing whatit was to be hungry, and when she sat down to herbreakfast she did not glance disdainfully at herporridge and push it away, but took up her spoonand began to eat it and went on eatingit untilher bowl was empty.Tha' got on well enough with that thismornin', didn't tha'? " said Martha." It tastes nice to-day," said Mary, feeling alittle surprised herself." It's th' air of th' moor that's givin' theestomach for tha' victuals," answered Martha." It's lucky for thee that tha's got victuals as wellas appetite. There's been twelve in our cottageas had th' stomach an' nothin' to put in it. Yougo on playin' you out o' doors every day an' you'llget some flesh on your bones an' you won't be soyeller."" I don't play," said Mary.to play with."" Nothin' to play" I have nothingwith!" exclaimed Martha.