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The Secret GardenBy Frances Hodgson Burnett ContextHighlight In CHAPTER XV
2 "Aye," said Martha with a cheerful grin.
The Secret GardenBy Frances Hodgson Burnett ContextHighlight In CHAPTER VII
3 "That's th moor," with a good-natured grin.
The Secret GardenBy Frances Hodgson Burnett ContextHighlight In CHAPTER IV
4 Dickon's curly mouth spread in a cheerful grin.
The Secret GardenBy Frances Hodgson Burnett ContextHighlight In CHAPTER XXII
5 "What does tha think," she said, with a cheerful grin.
The Secret GardenBy Frances Hodgson Burnett ContextHighlight In CHAPTER VIII
6 Martha grinned a little as if at some homely recollection.
The Secret GardenBy Frances Hodgson Burnett ContextHighlight In CHAPTER VII
7 "I'll tell thee what tha'll do," said Dickon, with his happy grin.
The Secret GardenBy Frances Hodgson Burnett ContextHighlight In CHAPTER XI
8 But because he kept breaking into a slow grin now and then, Mary was not afraid to talk to him.
The Secret GardenBy Frances Hodgson Burnett ContextHighlight In CHAPTER X
9 Dickon's grin spread until he seemed all wide, red, curving mouth, and he rubbed his rough head.
The Secret GardenBy Frances Hodgson Burnett ContextHighlight In CHAPTER X
10 Then amid grins and chuckles and bobbing of curtsies he drove away, leaving ecstasy and nudging elbows and little jumps of joy behind.
The Secret GardenBy Frances Hodgson Burnett ContextHighlight In CHAPTER XXVII
11 He smiled at their friendly grins and took a golden sovereign from his pocket and gave it to "our 'Lizabeth Ellen" who was the oldest.'
The Secret GardenBy Frances Hodgson Burnett ContextHighlight In CHAPTER XXVII
12 "I'll tell thee what us'll do first," she proceeded, and Dickon grinned, because when the little wench tried to twist her tongue into speaking Yorkshire it amused him very much.
The Secret GardenBy Frances Hodgson Burnett ContextHighlight In CHAPTER XVIII
13 Mr. Craven looked over the collection of sturdy little bodies and round red-cheeked faces, each one grinning in its own particular way, and he awoke to the fact that they were a healthy likable lot.
The Secret GardenBy Frances Hodgson Burnett ContextHighlight In CHAPTER XXVII