The secret garden

Ii8THE SECRET GARDEN" Look along th' twigsan' branches an' if tha*sees a bit of a brown lump swelling here an' there,watch it after th' warm rain an' see what happens."He stopped suddenly and looked curiously at hereager face. Why does tha' care so muchall of a sudden?' he de-about roses an' such,manded.Mistress Mary felt her face growwas almost afraid to answer."I I want to play that that I have agarden of my own," she stammered. "Ithere isnothing for me to do. I have nothingand no one."" Well," said Ben Weatherstaff slowly, as hered. She"watched her, that's true. Tha' hasn't."He said it in such an odd way that Mary wonderedif he was actually a little sorry for her.She had never felt sorry for herself; she had onlyfelt tired and cross, because she disliked peopleand things so much. But now the world seemedto be changing and getting nicer.If no one foundout about the secret garden, she should enjoy herselfalways.She stayed with him for ten or fifteenminutesas shelonger and asked him as many questionsdared. He answered every one of them in hisqueer grunting way and he did not seem reallycross and did not pick up his spade and leave her.