SG_In your opinion

When Mary Lennox was born, no one really wanted her. Her father worked for the British government in India and had no time for raising a child. Mary's beautiful mother hadn't wanted a little girl at all; she cared only about going to parties. (...) Mary grew up as selfish a child as had ever lived.

(Secret Garden, page 01)

Mary took a step nearer the robin and looked at him very intently: "I'm lonely," she confided. Until then, she had only felt cross but didn't know why. (...) "I've never had a friend", Mary said.

(Secret Garden, page 22)

(Secret Garden, pages 56-60)

(...) a boy sitting under a tree with rust-colored hair, cheecks as red as poppies, and the roundest, bluest eyes Mary had ever seen. (...)

"I'm Dickon", the boy said. (...)

They heard chirping coming from a holly bush. "There's a robin calling us," Dickon said. (...) "He is telling me he likes you!" (...)

Mary was amazed. "Do you really understand everything birds say?" she asked.