The secret garden

DICKON 117was children or robins. IVe seen her bendover an' kiss 'em." He dragged out another weedand scowled at it. 'That were as much as tenyear' ago.""Where is she now?" asked Mary, much interested."Heaven," he answered, and drove his spadedeep into the soil,"'cording to what parson says.""What happened to the roses?" Mary askedagain,more interested than ever."They was left to themselves."Mary was becoming quite excited."Did they quite die? Do roses quite die whenthey are left to themselves?" she ventured."Well, I'd got to like 'em an' I liked heran' she liked 'em," Ben Weatherstaff admittedreluctantly. "Once or twice a year I'd go an'work at 'em a bit prune 'em an' Tdig about throots. They run wild, but they was in rich soil rso some of 'em lived.""When they have no leaves and look gray andbrown and dry, how can you tell whether they aredead or alive?" inquired Mary."Wait till th' spring gets at 'em wait till th'sun shines on th' rain and th' rain falls on th'shine an' then tha'll find out.""How how?" cried Mary, forgettingcareful.sunto be