The secret garden

IN THE GARDEN 365to thoughts of the worst he actuallyfound he wastrying to believe in better things.!Could it be possible that she sees that Imaybe able to do him good and control him?' hethought. I will go and see her on my way toMisselthwaite."But when on his way across the moor he stoppedthe carriage at the cottage, seven or eight childrenwho were playing about gathered in a group andbobbing seven or eight friendly and polite curtsiestold him that their mother had gone to the otherside of the moor early in the morning to help awoman who had a new baby." Our Dickon,"they volunteered, was over at the Manor workingin one of the gardens where he went several dayseach week.Mr. Craven looked over the collection of sturdylittle bodies and round red-cheeked faces, eachOx*iegrinning in its own particular way, and heawoke to the fact that they were a healthy likablelot.He smiled at their friendly grins and took agolden sovereign from his pocket and gave1our 'Lizabeth Ellen " who was the oldest.'If you divide that into eight partsit tothere willbe half a crown for each of you," he said.Then amid grins and chuckles and bobbing ofcurtsies he drove away, leaving ecstasy and nudgingelbows and little jumps of joy behind.The drive across the wonderfulness of the moor