Francis Hodgson Burnett

“I just love it. It’s none bare. It’s covered wi’ growin’ things as smells sweet. It’s fair lovely in spring an’ summer when th’ gorse an’ broom an’ heather’s in flower. It smells o’ honey an’ there’s such a lot o’ fresh air—an’ th’ sky looks so high an’ th’ bees an’ skylarks makes such a nice noise hummin’ an’ singin’. Eh! I wouldn’t live away from th’ moor for anythin’.”
― Francis Hodgson Burnett, The Secret Garden

“That night Colin slept without once awakening and when he opened his eyes in the morning he lay still and smiled wihtout knowing it- smiled because he felt so curiously comfortable. It was actually nice to be awake, and he turned over and stretched his limbs luxuriously. He felt as if tight strings which had held him had loosened.”
― Francis Hodgson Burnett, The Secret Garden