The secret garden

270 THE SECRET GARDENThey drew the chair under the plum-tree, whichwas snow-white with blossoms and musical withbees. It was like a king's canopy, a fairy king's.There were flowering cherry-trees near, and appletreeswhose buds were pink and white, and hereand there one had burst open wide.Between theblossoming branches of the canopy bits of bluesky looked down like wonderful eyes.and Dickon worked a little here andMarythere and Colin watched them. They broughthim things to look at buds which were opening,buds which were tight closed, bits of twig whoseleaves were just showing green, the feather of awoodpecker which had dropped on the grass, theDickonempty shell of some bird early hatched.pushed the chair slowly round and round the garden,stopping every other moment to let him lookat wonders springing out of the earth or trailingdown from trees. It was like being taken in stateround the country of a magic king and queen andshown all the mysterious riches it contained.Colin.'I wonder if we shall see the robin?' saidTha'll see him often enow after a bit," answeredDickon." When th' eggs hatches out th'little chap he'll be kep' so busy it'll make his headswim. Tha'll see him flyin' backward an' for'ard