The secret garden

DICKON 127" Where is it?' asked Dickon in a droppedvoice.Mistress Mary got up from the logat once.She knew she felt contrary again, and obstinate,and she did not care at all. She was imperiousand Indian, and at the same time hot and sorrowful." Come with me and I'll show you," she said.She led him round the laurel path and to thewalk where the ivy grew so thickly. Dickon followedher with a queer, almost pitying, look on hisface. He felt as if he were being led to look atsome strange bird's nest and must move softly.When she stepped to the wall and lifted the hang-he started. There was a door and Marying ivypushed it slowly open and they passed in together,and then Mary stood and waved her hand rounddefiantly." It's this," she said." It's a secret garden,and I'm the onlyone inthe world who wants it'to be alive."Dickon looked round and round about it, andround and round again." Eh ! he almost whispered,"it is a queer,pretty place! It's like as if a body was in adream."