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The sun shone down for nearly a week on the secret garden. The SecretGarden was what Mary called it when she was thinking of it. She likedthe name, and she liked still more the feeling that when its beautifulold walls shut her in no one knew where she was. It seemed almost likebeing shut out of the world in some fairy place. The few books she hadread and liked had been fairy-story books, and she had read of secretgardens in some of the stories. Sometimes people went to sleep in themfor a hundred years, which she had thought must be rather stupid. Shehad no intention of going to sleep, and, in fact, she was becoming widerawake every day which passed at Misselthwaite. She was beginning to liketo be out of doors; she no longer hated the wind, but enjoyed it. Shecould run faster, and longer, and she could skip up to a hundred. Thebulbs in the secret garden must have been much astonished. Such niceclear places were made round them that they had all the breathing spacethey wanted, and really, if Mistress Mary had known it, they began [Pg 112]tocheer up under the dark earth and work tremendously. The sun could getat them and warm them, and when the rain came down it could reach themat once, so they began to feel very much alive.

He said it in such an odd way that Mary wondered if he was actually alittle sorry for her. She had never felt sorry for herself; she had onlyfelt tired and cross, because she disliked people and things so much.But now the world seemed to be changing and getting nicer. If no onefound out about the secret garden, she should enjoy herself always.

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There was a laurel-hedged walk which curved round the secret garden andended at a gate which opened into a wood, in the park. She thought [Pg 120]shewould skip round this walk and look into the wood and see if there wereany rabbits hopping about. She enjoyed the skipping very much and whenshe reached the little gate she opened it and went through because sheheard a low, peculiar whistling sound and wanted to find out what itwas.

If he did not come back until winter, or even autumn, there would betime to watch the secret garden come alive. Even if he found out thenand took it away from her she would have had that much at least.

Then Mary knew Dickon had meant the picture to be a message. He hadmeant that she might be sure he would keep her secret. Her garden washer nest and she was like a missel thrush. Oh, how she did like thatqueer, common boy!

The door of her room was ajar and the sound came down the corridor, afar-off faint sound of [Pg 155]fretful crying. She listened for a few minutesand each minute she became more and more sure. She felt as if she mustfind out what it was. It seemed even stranger than the secret garden andthe buried key. Perhaps the fact that she was in a rebellious mood madeher bold. She put her foot out of bed and stood on the floor.

"It is the sun shining on the rain and the rain falling on the sunshine,and things pushing up and working under the earth," said Mary. "If thegarden was a secret and we could get into it we could watch the thingsgrow bigger every day, and see how many roses are alive. Don't you see?Oh, don't you see how much nicer it would be if it was a secret?"

Mary began to recover her breath and feel safer because the idea ofkeeping the secret seemed to please him. She felt almost sure that ifshe kept on talking and could make him see the garden in his mind as shehad seen it he would like it so much that he could not bear to thinkthat everybody might tramp into it when they chose.

She might as well tell him, she thought. She could talk about Dickonwithout mentioning the secret garden. She had liked to hear Martha talkabout him. Besides, she longed to talk about him. It would seem to bringhim nearer.

After another week of rain the high arch of blue sky appeared again andthe sun which poured down was quite hot. Though there had been no chanceto see either the secret garden or Dickon, Mistress Mary had enjoyedherself very much. The week had not seemed long. She had spent hours ofevery day with Colin in his room, talking about Rajahs or gardens orDickon and the cottage on the moor. They had looked at the splendidbooks and pictures and sometimes Mary had read things to Colin, andsometimes he had read a little to her. When he was amused and interestedshe thought he scarcely looked like an invalid at all, except that hisface was so colorless and he was always on the sofa.



She had learned to dress herself by this time and she put on her clothesin five minutes. She knew a small side door which she could unboltherself and she flew down-stairs in her stocking feet and put on hershoes in the hall. She unchained and unbolted and unlocked and when thedoor was open she sprang across the step with one bound, and there shewas standing on the grass, which seemed to have turned green, and withthe sun pouring down on her and warm sweet wafts about her and thefluting and twittering and singing coming from every bush and tree. Sheclasped her hands for pure joy and looked up in the sky and it was soblue and pink and pearly and white and flooded with springtime lightthat she felt as if she must flute and sing aloud herself and knew thatthrushes and robins and skylarks could not possibly help it. She ranaround the shrubs and paths toward the secret garden.

There was every joy on earth in the secret garden that morning, and inthe midst of them came a delight more delightful than all, because itwas more wonderful. Swiftly something flew across the wall and dartedthrough the trees to a close grown corner, a little flare ofred-breasted bird with something hanging from its beak. Dickon stoodquite still and put his hand on Mary almost as if they had suddenlyfound themselves laughing in a church.

"I've been wondering that myself. I've thought of it almost every timeI've talked to him," said Mary. "I've wondered if he could keep a secretand I've wondered if we could bring him here without any one seeing us.I thought perhaps you could push his carriage. The doctor said he musthave fresh air and if he wants us to take him out no one dare disobeyhim. He won't go out for other people and perhaps they will be glad ifhe will go out with us. He could order the gardeners to keep away sothey wouldn't find out."

"He's been lying in his room so long and he's always been so afraid ofhis back that it has made him queer," said Mary. "He knows a good manythings out of books but he doesn't know anything else. He says he hasbeen too ill to notice things and he hates going out of doors and hates[Pg 205]gardens and gardeners. But he likes to hear about this garden becauseit is a secret. I daren't tell him much but he said he wanted to seeit."

And though the robin did not answer, because his beak was occupied, Maryknew that when he flew away with his twig to his own corner of thegarden the darkness of his dew-bright eye meant that he would not telltheir secret for the world.[Pg 207]

Mary went back to her room not feeling at all as she had felt when shehad come in from the garden. She was cross and disappointed but not atall sorry for Colin. She had looked forward to telling him a great manythings and she had meant to try to make up her mind whether it would besafe to trust him with the great secret. She had been beginning to thinkit would be, but now she had changed her mind entirely. She would nevertell him and he could stay in his room and never get any fresh air anddie if he liked! It would serve him right! She felt so sour andunrelenting that for a few minutes she almost forgot about Dickon andthe green veil creeping over the world and the soft wind blowing downfrom the moor.

If she had been friends with Colin she would have run to show him herpresents at once, and they would have looked at the pictures and readsome of the gardening books and perhaps tried playing the games, and hewould have enjoyed himself so much he would never once have thought hewas going to die or have put his hand on his spine to see if there was alump coming. He had a way of doing that which she could not bear. Itgave her an uncomfortable frightened feeling because he always looked sofrightened himself. He said that if he felt even quite a little lumpsome day he should know his hunch had begun to grow.[Pg 217] Something he hadheard Mrs. Medlock whispering to the nurse had given him the idea and hehad thought over it in secret until it was quite firmly fixed in hismind. Mrs. Medlock had said his father's back had begun to show itscrookedness in that way when he was a child. He had never told any onebut Mary that most of his "tantrums" as they called them grew out of hishysterical hidden fear. Mary had been sorry for him when he had toldher.

And she was so un-hysterical and natural and childish that she broughthim to his senses and he began to laugh at himself and a few minutesafterward she was sitting on her stool again telling him not what sheimagined the secret garden to be like but what it really was, andColin's aches and tiredness were forgotten and he was listeningenraptured.

The scene which Dr. Craven beheld when he entered his patient's room wasindeed rather astonishing to him. As Mrs. Medlock opened the door heheard laughing and chattering. Colin was on his sofa in hisdressing-gown and he was sitting up quite straight looking at a picturein one of the garden books and talking to the plain child who at thatmoment could scarcely be called plain at all because her face was soglowing with enjoyment.

"Things are crowding up out of the earth," she ran on in a hurry. "Andthere are flowers uncurling and buds on everything and the green veilhas covered nearly all the gray and the birds are in such a hurry abouttheir nests for fear they may be too late that some of them are evenfighting for places in the secret garden. And the rose-[Pg 248]bushes look aswick as wick can be, and there are primroses in the lanes and woods, andthe seeds we planted are up, and Dickon has brought the fox and the crowand the squirrels and a new-born lamb."
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