The secret garden

" LET THEM LAUGH " 311was still a long clear twilight to work in andthat was her quiet time. She could sit upon thelow rough wall and look on and hear stories ofthe day. She loved this time. There were notonly vegetables in this garden. Dickon hadbought penny packages of flower seeds now andthen and sown bright sweet-scented things amonggooseberry bushes and even cabbages and he grewborders of mignonette and pinks and pansies andthings whose seeds he could save year after year orwhose roots would bloom each spring and spreadin time into fine clumps. The low wall was oneof the prettiest things in Yorkshire because he hadtucked moorland foxglove and ferns and rockcressand hedgerow flowers into every creviceuntil only here and there glimpses of the stoneswere to be seen." All a chap's got to do to make 'em thrive,"mother," he would say, is to be friends with 'emfor sure. They're just like th' ' creatures.' Ifthey're thirsty give 'em a drink and if they'rehungry give 'em a bit o' food. They want tolive same as we do. If they died I should feel asifI'd been a bad lad and somehow treated themheartless."It was in these twilight hours that Mrs. Sowerbyheard of all that happened at MisselthwaiteManor. At first she was only told that " Mester