The secret garden

370 THE SECRET GARDENforth. What in heaven's name was he dreamingof- what in heaven's name did he hear? Washe losing his reason and thinking he heard thingswhich were not for human ears? Was it that thefar clear voice had meant?And then the moment came, the uncontrollablemoment when the sounds forgot to hush themselves.The feet ran faster and faster theywere nearing the garden door there was quickstrong young breathing and a wild outbreak oflaughing shouts which could not be containedand the door in the wall was flung wide open, thesheet of ivy swinging back, and a boy burstthrough it at full speed and, without seeing theoutsider, dashed almost into his arms.Mr. Craven had extended them just intime tosave him from falling as a result of his unseeingdash against him, and when he held him away tolook at him in amazement at his beingtruly gaspedfor breath.there heHe was a tall boy and a handsome one. Hewas glowing with life and his running had sent1to his face. He threw thesplendid color leapingthick hair back from his forehead and lifted apair of strange gray eyes eyes full of boyishlaughter and rimmed with black lashes like afringe.gasp for breath.It was the eyes which made Mr. Craven