"Chapter 1 There Is No One Left 1
Chapter 2 Mistress Mary Quite Contrary 6
Chapter 3 Across the Moor 12
Chapter 4 Martha 16
Chapter 5 The Cry in the Corridor 30
Chapter 6 “There Was Some One Crying—There Was!” 35
Chapter 7 The Key of the Garden 41
Chapter 8 The Robin Who Showed the Way 46
Chapter 9 The Strangest House Any One Ever Lived In 52
Chapter 10 Dickon 60
Chapter 11 The Nest of the Missel Thrush 70
Chapter 12 “Might I Have A Bit of Earth?” 77
Chapter 13 “I Am Colin” 84
Chapter 14 A Young Rajah 94
Chapter 15 Nest Building 104
Chapter 16 “I Won’t!” Said Mary 114
Chapter 17 A Tantrum 120
Chapter 18 “Tha’ Munnot Waste of Time” 126
Chapter 19 “It Has Come!” 131
Chapter 20 “I Shall Live Forever and Ever—and Ever!” 140
Chapter 21 Ben Weatherstaff 147
Chapter 22 When the Sun Went Down 155
Chapter 23 Magic 160
Chapter 24 “Let Them Laugh” 170
Chapter 25 The Curtain 180
Chapter 26 “It’s Mother!” 185
Chapter 27 In the Garden 193"
摘要
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.
