Look, let's be real: this isn't a hidden gem. It's a museum piece. Unless your kid is a literal ghost or a PhD candidate specializing in obscure 19th-century fiction by Beatrice Mary Butt, there is zero reason to pull this off the digital shelf.
It’s perfectly 'safe' and 'wholesome' in the way that a glass of lukewarm water is safe. It won't hurt them, but it won't inspire them either. If you want a classic that actually has some pulse, go for Alcott or Stevenson instead. This one belongs in the archives.