The secret garden

said.here."BEN WEATHERSTAFF 275u And then you and Dickon can bring itIt was an agreeable idea, easily carried out,andtwhen the white cloth was spread upon the grass,Iwith hot tea and buttered toast and crumpets, adelightfully hungry meal was eaten, and severalbirds on domestic errands paused to inquire whatwas going on and were led into investigatingcrumbs with great activity. Nut and Shell whiskedup trees with pieces of cake and Soot took theentire half of a buttered crumpet into a corner andpecked at and examined and turned it over andmade hoarse remarks about it until he decidedto swallow it all joyfully in one gulp.The afternoon was dragging toward its mellowhour. The sun was deepening the goldof itslances, the bees were going home and the birdswere flying past less often. Dickon and Marywere sitting on the grass, the tea-basket was repackedready to be taken back to the house, andColin was lying against his cushions with his heavylocks pushed back from his forehead and hisface looking quite a natural color." I don't want this afternoon to go," he said;" but I shall come back to-morrow, and the dayafter, and the day after, and the day after."" You'll get plenty of fresh air, won't you?'saidMary.