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Table of Contents\par\pard\plain\hyphpar}{
Chapter I\par\pard\plain\hyphpar}{
Chapter II\par\pard\plain\hyphpar}{
Chapter III\par\pard\plain\hyphpar}{
Chapter IV\par\pard\plain\hyphpar}{
Chapter V\par\pard\plain\hyphpar}{
Chapter VI\par\pard\plain\hyphpar}{
Chapter VII\par\pard\plain\hyphpar}{
Chapter VIII\par\pard\plain\hyphpar}{
Chapter IX\par\pard\plain\hyphpar}{
Chapter X\par\pard\plain\hyphpar}{
Chapter XI\par\pard\plain\hyphpar}{
Chapter XII\par\pard\plain\hyphpar}{
Chapter XIII\par\pard\plain\hyphpar}{
Chapter XIV\par\pard\plain\hyphpar}{
Chapter XV\par\pard\plain\hyphpar}{
Chapter XVI\par\pard\plain\hyphpar}{
Chapter XVII\par\pard\plain\hyphpar}{
Chapter XVIII\par\pard\plain\hyphpar}{
Chapter XIX\par\pard\plain\hyphpar}{
Chapter XX\par\pard\plain\hyphpar}{
Chapter XXI\par\pard\plain\hyphpar}{
Chapter XXII\par\pard\plain\hyphpar}{
Chapter XXIII\par\pard\plain\hyphpar}{
Chapter XXIV\par\pard\plain\hyphpar}{
Chapter XXV\par\pard\plain\hyphpar}{
Chapter XXVI\par\pard\plain\hyphpar}{
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Chapter I\par\pard\plain\hyphpar}\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {\s3 \afs28
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There is No One
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When Mary Lennox was sent to Misselthwaite Manor to live with her uncle everybody
said she was the most disagreeable\u8211?looking child ever seen. It was true, too.
She had a little thin face and a little thin body, thin light hair and a sour
expression. Her hair was yellow, and her face was yellow because she had been born
in India and had always been ill in one way or another. Her father had held a
position under the English Government and had always been busy and ill himself, and
her mother had been a great beauty who cared only to go to parties and amuse
herself with gay people. She had not wanted a little girl at all, and when Mary was
born she handed her over to the care of an Ayah, who was made to understand that if
she wished to please the Mem Sahib she must keep the child out of sight as much as
possible. So when she was a sickly, fretful, ugly little baby she was kept out of
the way, and when she became a sickly, fretful, toddling thing she was kept out of
the way also. She never remembered seeing familiarly anything but the dark faces of
her Ayah and the other native servants, and as they always obeyed her and gave her
her own way in everything, because the Mem Sahib would be angry if she was
disturbed by her crying, by the time she was six years old she was as tyrannical
and selfish a little pig as ever lived. The young English governess who came to
teach her to read and write disliked her so much that she gave up her place in
three months, and when other governesses came to try to fill it they always went
away in a shorter time than the first one. So if Mary had not chosen to really want
to know how to read books she would never have learned her letters at
all.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
One frightfully hot morning, when she was about nine years old, she awakened
feeling very cross, and she became crosser still when she saw that the servant who
stood by her bedside was not her Ayah.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Why did you come?" she said to the strange woman. "I will not let you stay. Send
my Ayah to me."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
The woman looked frightened, but she only stammered that the Ayah could not come
and when Mary threw herself into a passion and beat and kicked her, she looked only
more frightened and repeated that it was not possible for the Ayah to come to
Missie Sahib.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
There was something mysterious in the air that morning. Nothing was done in its
regular order and several of the native servants seemed missing, while those whom
Mary saw slunk or hurried about with ashy and scared faces. But no one would tell
her anything and her Ayah did not come. She was actually left alone as the morning
went on, and at last she wandered out into the garden and began to play by herself
under a tree near the veranda. She pretended that she was making a flower\u8211?
bed, and she stuck big scarlet hibiscus blossoms into little heaps of earth, all
the time growing more and more angry and muttering to herself the things she would
say and the names she would call Saidie when she returned.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar}
{
"Pig! Pig! Daughter of Pigs!" she said, because to call a native a pig is the worst
insult of all.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
She was grinding her teeth and saying this over and over again when she heard her
mother come out on the veranda with some one. She was with a fair young man and
they stood talking together in low strange voices. Mary knew the fair young man who
looked like a boy. She had heard that he was a very young officer who had just come
from England. The child stared at him, but she stared most at her mother. She
always did this when she had a chance to see her, because the Mem Sahib\u8212?Mary
used to call her that oftener than anything else\u8212?was such a tall, slim,
pretty person and wore such lovely clothes. Her hair was like curly silk and she
had a delicate little nose which seemed to be disdaining things, and she had large
laughing eyes. All her clothes were thin and floating, and Mary said they were
"full of lace." They looked fuller of lace than ever this morning, but her eyes
were not laughing at all. They were large and scared and lifted imploringly to the
fair boy officer's face.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Is it so very bad? Oh, is it?" Mary heard her say.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Awfully," the young man answered in a trembling voice. "Awfully, Mrs. Lennox. You
ought to have gone to the hills two weeks ago."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
The Mem Sahib wrung her hands.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Oh, I know I ought!" she cried. "I only stayed to go to that silly dinner party.
What a fool I was!"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
At that very moment such a loud sound of wailing broke out from the servants'
quarters that she clutched the young man's arm, and Mary stood shivering from head
to foot. The wailing grew wilder and wilder.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"What is it? What is it?" Mrs. Lennox gasped.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Some one has died," answered the boy officer. "You did not say it had broken out
among your servants."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I did not know!" the Mem Sahib cried. "Come with me! Come with me!" and she turned
and ran into the house.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
After that appalling things happened, and the mysteriousness of the morning was
explained to Mary. The cholera had broken out in its most fatal form and people
were dying like flies. The Ayah had been taken ill in the night, and it was because
she had just died that the servants had wailed in the huts. Before the next day
three other servants were dead and others had run away in terror. There was panic
on every side, and dying people in all the bungalows.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
During the confusion and bewilderment of the second day Mary hid herself in the
nursery and was forgotten by every one. Nobody thought of her, nobody wanted her,
and strange things happened of which she knew nothing. Mary alternately cried and
slept through the hours. She only knew that people were ill and that she heard
mysterious and frightening sounds. Once she crept into the dining\u8211?room and
found it empty, though a partly finished meal was on the table and chairs and
plates looked as if they had been hastily pushed back when the diners rose suddenly
for some reason. The child ate some fruit and biscuits, and being thirsty she drank
a glass of wine which stood nearly filled. It was sweet, and she did not know how
strong it was. Very soon it made her intensely drowsy, and she went back to her
nursery and shut herself in again, frightened by cries she heard in the huts and by
the hurrying sound of feet. The wine made her so sleepy that she could scarcely
keep her eyes open and she lay down on her bed and knew nothing more for a long
time.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Many things happened during the hours in which she slept so heavily, but she was
not disturbed by the wails and the sound of things being carried in and out of the
bungalow.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
When she awakened she lay and stared at the wall. The house was perfectly still.
She had never known it to be so silent before. She heard neither voices nor
footsteps, and wondered if everybody had got well of the cholera and all the
trouble was over. She wondered also who would take care of her now her Ayah was
dead. There would be a new Ayah, and perhaps she would know some new stories. Mary
had been rather tired of the old ones. She did not cry because her nurse had died.
She was not an affectionate child and had never cared much for any one. The noise
and hurrying about and wailing over the cholera had frightened her, and she had
been angry because no one seemed to remember that she was alive. Every one was too
panic\u8211?stricken to think of a little girl no one was fond of. When people had
the cholera it seemed that they remembered nothing but themselves. But if every one
had got well again, surely some one would remember and come to look for
her.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
But no one came, and as she lay waiting the house seemed to grow more and more
silent. She heard something rustling on the matting and when she looked down she
saw a little snake gliding along and watching her with eyes like jewels. She was
not frightened, because he was a harmless little thing who would not hurt her and
he seemed in a hurry to get out of the room. He slipped under the door as she
watched him.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"How queer and quiet it is," she said. "It sounds as if there was no one in the
bungalow but me and the snake."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Almost the next minute she heard footsteps in the compound, and then on the
veranda. They were men's footsteps, and the men entered the bungalow and talked in
low voices. No one went to meet or speak to them and they seemed to open doors and
look into rooms.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"What desolation!" she heard one voice say. "That pretty, pretty woman! I suppose
the child, too. I heard there was a child, though no one ever saw
her."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Mary was standing in the middle of the nursery when they opened the door a few
minutes later. She looked an ugly, cross little thing and was frowning because she
was beginning to be hungry and feel disgracefully neglected. The first man who came
in was a large officer she had once seen talking to her father. He looked tired and
troubled, but when he saw her he was so startled that he almost jumped
back.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Barney!" he cried out. "There is a child here! A child alone! In a place like
this! Mercy on us, who is she!"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I am Mary Lennox," the little girl said, drawing herself up stiffly. She thought
the man was very rude to call her father's bungalow "A place like this!" "I fell
asleep when every one had the cholera and I have only just wakened up. Why does
nobody come?"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"It is the child no one ever saw!" exclaimed the man, turning to his companions.
"She has actually been forgotten!"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Why was I forgotten?" Mary said, stamping her foot. "Why does nobody
come?"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
The young man whose name was Barney looked at her very sadly. Mary even thought she
saw him wink his eyes as if to wink tears away.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Poor little kid!" he said. "There is nobody left to come."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar}
{
It was in that strange and sudden way that Mary found out that she had neither
father nor mother left; that they had died and been carried away in the night, and
that the few native servants who had not died also had left the house as quickly as
they could get out of it, none of them even remembering that there was a Missie
Sahib. That was why the place was so quiet. It was true that there was no one in
the bungalow but herself and the little rustling snake.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar}
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Chapter II\par\pard\plain\hyphpar}\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {\s3 \afs28
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Mistress Mary Quite
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Mary had liked to look at her mother from a distance and she had thought her very
pretty, but as she knew very little of her she could scarcely have been expected to
love her or to miss her very much when she was gone. She did not miss her at all,
in fact, and as she was a self\u8211?absorbed child she gave her entire thought to
herself, as she had always done. If she had been older she would no doubt have been
very anxious at being left alone in the world, but she was very young, and as she
had always been taken care of, she supposed she always would be. What she thought
was that she would like to know if she was going to nice people, who would be
polite to her and give her her own way as her Ayah and the other native servants
had done.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
She knew that she was not going to stay at the English clergyman's house where she
was taken at first. She did not want to stay. The English clergyman was poor and he
had five children nearly all the same age and they wore shabby clothes and were
always quarreling and snatching toys from each other. Mary hated their untidy
bungalow and was so disagreeable to them that after the first day or two nobody
would play with her. By the second day they had given her a nickname which made her
furious.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
It was Basil who thought of it first. Basil was a little boy with impudent blue
eyes and a turned\u8211?up nose and Mary hated him. She was playing by herself
under a tree, just as she had been playing the day the cholera broke out. She was
making heaps of earth and paths for a garden and Basil came and stood near to watch
her. Presently he got rather interested and suddenly made a
suggestion.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Why don't you put a heap of stones there and pretend it is a rockery?" he said.
"There in the middle," and he leaned over her to point.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Go away!" cried Mary. "I don't want boys. Go away!"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
For a moment Basil looked angry, and then he began to tease. He was always teasing
his sisters. He danced round and round her and made faces and sang and
laughed.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} "Mistress Mary, quite contrary,How does your
garden grow?With silver bells, and cockle shells,And marigolds all in a row." {
He sang it until the other children heard and laughed, too; and the crosser Mary
got, the more they sang "Mistress Mary, quite contrary"; and after that as long as
she stayed with them they called her "Mistress Mary Quite Contrary" when they spoke
of her to each other, and often when they spoke to her.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"You are going to be sent home," Basil said to her, "at the end of the week. And
we're glad of it."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I am glad of it, too," answered Mary. "Where is home?"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"She doesn't know where home is!" said Basil, with seven\u8211?year\u8211?old
scorn. "It's England, of course. Our grandmama lives there and our sister Mabel was
sent to her last year. You are not going to your grandmama. You have none. You are
going to your uncle. His name is Mr. Archibald Craven."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I don't know anything about him," snapped Mary.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I know you don't," Basil answered. "You don't know anything. Girls never do. I
heard father and mother talking about him. He lives in a great, big, desolate old
house in the country and no one goes near him. He's so cross he won't let them, and
they wouldn't come if he would let them. He's a hunchback, and he's
horrid."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I don't believe you," said Mary; and she turned her back and stuck her fingers in
her ears, because she would not listen any more.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
But she thought over it a great deal afterward; and when Mrs. Crawford told her
that night that she was going to sail away to England in a few days and go to her
uncle, Mr. Archibald Craven, who lived at Misselthwaite Manor, she looked so stony
and stubbornly uninterested that they did not know what to think about her. They
tried to be kind to her, but she only turned her face away when Mrs. Crawford
attempted to kiss her, and held herself stiffly when Mr. Crawford patted her
shoulder.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"She is such a plain child," Mrs. Crawford said pityingly, afterward. "And her
mother was such a pretty creature. She had a very pretty manner, too, and Mary has
the most unattractive ways I ever saw in a child. The children call her 'Mistress
Mary Quite Contrary,' and though it's naughty of them, one can't help understanding
it."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Perhaps if her mother had carried her pretty face and her pretty manners oftener
into the nursery Mary might have learned some pretty ways too. It is very sad, now
the poor beautiful thing is gone, to remember that many people never even knew that
she had a child at all."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I believe she scarcely ever looked at her," sighed Mrs. Crawford. "When her Ayah
was dead there was no one to give a thought to the little thing. Think of the
servants running away and leaving her all alone in that deserted bungalow. Colonel
McGrew said he nearly jumped out of his skin when he opened the door and found her
standing by herself in the middle of the room."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Mary made the long voyage to England under the care of an officer's wife, who was
taking her children to leave them in a boarding\u8211?school. She was very much
absorbed in her own little boy and girl, and was rather glad to hand the child over
to the woman Mr. Archibald Craven sent to meet her, in London. The woman was his
housekeeper at Misselthwaite Manor, and her name was Mrs. Medlock. She was a stout
woman, with very red cheeks and sharp black eyes. She wore a very purple dress, a
black silk mantle with jet fringe on it and a black bonnet with purple velvet
flowers which stuck up and trembled when she moved her head. Mary did not like her
at all, but as she very seldom liked people there was nothing remarkable in that;
besides which it was very evident Mrs. Medlock did not think much of
her.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"My word! she's a plain little piece of goods!" she said. "And we'd heard that her
mother was a beauty. She hasn't handed much of it down, has she,
ma'am?"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Perhaps she will improve as she grows older," the officer's wife said good\u8211?
naturedly. "If she were not so sallow and had a nicer expression, her features are
rather good. Children alter so much."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"She'll have to alter a good deal," answered Mrs. Medlock. "And there's nothing
likely to improve children at Misselthwaite\u8212?if you ask
me!"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
They thought Mary was not listening because she was standing a little apart from
them at the window of the private hotel they had gone to. She was watching the
passing buses and cabs, and people, but she heard quite well and was made very
curious about her uncle and the place he lived in. What sort of a place was it, and
what would he be like? What was a hunchback? She had never seen one. Perhaps there
were none in India.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Since she had been living in other people's houses and had had no Ayah, she had
begun to feel lonely and to think queer thoughts which were new to her. She had
begun to wonder why she had never seemed to belong to any one even when her father
and mother had been alive. Other children seemed to belong to their fathers and
mothers, but she had never seemed to really be any one's little girl. She had had
servants, and food and clothes, but no one had taken any notice of her. She did not
know that this was because she was a disagreeable child; but then, of course, she
did not know she was disagreeable. She often thought that other people were, but
she did not know that she was so herself.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
She thought Mrs. Medlock the most disagreeable person she had ever seen, with her
common, highly colored face and her common fine bonnet. When the next day they set
out on their journey to Yorkshire, she walked through the station to the railway
carriage with her head up and trying to keep as far away from her as she could,
because she did not want to seem to belong to her. It would have made her very
angry to think people imagined she was her little girl.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
But Mrs. Medlock was not in the least disturbed by her and her thoughts. She was
the kind of woman who would "stand no nonsense from young ones." At least, that is
what she would have said if she had been asked. She had not wanted to go to London
just when her sister Maria's daughter was going to be married, but she had a
comfortable, well paid place as housekeeper at Misselthwaite Manor and the only way
in which she could keep it was to do at once what Mr. Archibald Craven told her to
do. She never dared even to ask a question.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Captain Lennox and his wife died of the cholera," Mr. Craven had said in his
short, cold way. "Captain Lennox was my wife's brother and I am their daughter's
guardian. The child is to be brought here. You must go to London and bring her
yourself."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
So she packed her small trunk and made the journey.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Mary sat in her corner of the railway carriage and looked plain and fretful. She
had nothing to read or to look at, and she had folded her thin little black\u8211?
gloved hands in her lap. Her black dress made her look yellower than ever, and her
limp light hair straggled from under her black cr\u234?pe
hat.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"A more marred\u8211?looking young one I never saw in my life," Mrs. Medlock
thought. (Marred is a Yorkshire word and means spoiled and pettish.) She had never
seen a child who sat so still without doing anything; and at last she got tired of
watching her and began to talk in a brisk, hard voice.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I suppose I may as well tell you something about where you are going to," she
said. "Do you know anything about your uncle?"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"No," said Mary.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Never heard your father and mother talk about him?"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"No," said Mary frowning. She frowned because she remembered that her father and
mother had never talked to her about anything in particular. Certainly they had
never told her things.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Humph," muttered Mrs. Medlock, staring at her queer, unresponsive little face. She
did not say any more for a few moments and then she began
again.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I suppose you might as well be told something\u8212?to prepare you. You are going
to a queer place."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Mary said nothing at all, and Mrs. Medlock looked rather discomfited by her
apparent indifference, but, after taking a breath, she went
on.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Not but that it's a grand big place in a gloomy way, and Mr. Craven's proud of it
in his way\u8212?and that's gloomy enough, too. The house is six hundred years old
and it's on the edge of the moor, and there's near a hundred rooms in it, though
most of them's shut up and locked. And there's pictures and fine old furniture and
things that's been there for ages, and there's a big park round it and gardens and
trees with branches trailing to the ground\u8212?some of them." She paused and took
another breath. "But there's nothing else," she ended
suddenly.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Mary had begun to listen in spite of herself. It all sounded so unlike India, and
anything new rather attracted her. But she did not intend to look as if she were
interested. That was one of her unhappy, disagreeable ways. So she sat
still.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Well," said Mrs. Medlock. "What do you think of it?"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Nothing," she answered. "I know nothing about such
places."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
That made Mrs. Medlock laugh a short sort of laugh.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Eh!" she said, "but you are like an old woman. Don't you
care?"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"It doesn't matter," said Mary, "whether I care or not."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"You are right enough there," said Mrs. Medlock. "It doesn't. What you're to be
kept at Misselthwaite Manor for I don't know, unless because it's the easiest way.
{\i
He's} not going to trouble himself about you, that's sure and certain. He never
troubles himself about no one."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
She stopped herself as if she had just remembered something in
time.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"He's got a crooked back," she said. "That set him wrong. He was a sour young man
and got no good of all his money and big place till he was
married."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Mary's eyes turned toward her in spite of her intention not to seem to care. She
had never thought of the hunchback's being married and she was a trifle surprised.
Mrs. Medlock saw this, and as she was a talkative woman she continued with more
interest. This was one way of passing some of the time, at any
rate.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"She was a sweet, pretty thing and he'd have walked the world over to get her a
blade o' grass she wanted. Nobody thought she'd marry him, but she did, and people
said she married him for his money. But she didn't\u8212?she didn't," positively.
"When she died\u8212?"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Mary gave a little involuntary jump.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Oh! did she die!" she exclaimed, quite without meaning to. She had just remembered
a French fairy story she had once read called "Riquet \u224? la Houppe." It had
been about a poor hunchback and a beautiful princess and it had made her suddenly
sorry for Mr. Archibald Craven.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Yes, she died," Mrs. Medlock answered. "And it made him queerer than ever. He
cares about nobody. He won't see people. Most of the time he goes away, and when he
is at Misselthwaite he shuts himself up in the West Wing and won't let any one but
Pitcher see him. Pitcher's an old fellow, but he took care of him when he was a
child and he knows his ways."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
It sounded like something in a book and it did not make Mary feel cheerful. A house
with a hundred rooms, nearly all shut up and with their doors locked\u8212?a house
on the edge of a moor\u8212?whatsoever a moor was\u8212?sounded dreary. A man with
a crooked back who shut himself up also! She stared out of the window with her lips
pinched together, and it seemed quite natural that the rain should have begun to
pour down in gray slanting lines and splash and stream down the window\u8211?panes.
If the pretty wife had been alive she might have made things cheerful by being
something like her own mother and by running in and out and going to parties as she
had done in frocks "full of lace." But she was not there any
more.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"You needn't expect to see him, because ten to one you won't," said Mrs. Medlock.
"And you mustn't expect that there will be people to talk to you. You'll have to
play about and look after yourself. You'll be told what rooms you can go into and
what rooms you're to keep out of. There's gardens enough. But when you're in the
house don't go wandering and poking about. Mr. Craven won't have
it."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I shall not want to go poking about," said sour little Mary; and just as suddenly
as she had begun to be rather sorry for Mr. Archibald Craven she began to cease to
be sorry and to think he was unpleasant enough to deserve all that had happened to
him.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
And she turned her face toward the streaming panes of the window of the railway
carriage and gazed out at the gray rain\u8211?storm which looked as if it would go
on forever and ever. She watched it so long and steadily that the grayness grew
heavier and heavier before her eyes and she fell asleep.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar}
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She slept a long time, and when she awakened Mrs. Medlock had bought a lunchbasket
at one of the stations and they had some chicken and cold beef and bread and butter
and some hot tea. The rain seemed to be streaming down more heavily than ever and
everybody in the station wore wet and glistening waterproofs. The guard lighted the
lamps in the carriage, and Mrs. Medlock cheered up very much over her tea and
chicken and beef. She ate a great deal and afterward fell asleep herself, and Mary
sat and stared at her and watched her fine bonnet slip on one side until she
herself fell asleep once more in the corner of the carriage, lulled by the
splashing of the rain against the windows. It was quite dark when she awakened
again. The train had stopped at a station and Mrs. Medlock was shaking
her.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"You have had a sleep!" she said. "It's time to open your eyes! We're at Thwaite
Station and we've got a long drive before us."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Mary stood up and tried to keep her eyes open while Mrs. Medlock collected her
parcels. The little girl did not offer to help her, because in India native
servants always picked up or carried things and it seemed quite proper that other
people should wait on one.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
The station was a small one and nobody but themselves seemed to be getting out of
the train. The station\u8211?master spoke to Mrs. Medlock in a rough, good\u8211?
natured way, pronouncing his words in a queer broad fashion which Mary found out
afterward was Yorkshire.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I see tha's got back," he said. "An' tha's browt th' young 'un with
thee."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Aye, that's her," answered Mrs. Medlock, speaking with a Yorkshire accent herself
and jerking her head over her shoulder toward Mary. "How's thy
Missus?"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Well enow. Th' carriage is waitin' outside for thee."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
A brougham stood on the road before the little outside platform. Mary saw that it
was a smart carriage and that it was a smart footman who helped her in. His long
waterproof coat and the waterproof covering of his hat were shining and dripping
with rain as everything was, the burly station\u8211?master
included.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
When he shut the door, mounted the box with the coachman, and they drove off, the
little girl found herself seated in a comfortably cushioned corner, but she was not
inclined to go to sleep again. She sat and looked out of the window, curious to see
something of the road over which she was being driven to the queer place Mrs.
Medlock had spoken of. She was not at all a timid child and she was not exactly
frightened, but she felt that there was no knowing what might happen in a house
with a hundred rooms nearly all shut up\u8212?a house standing on the edge of a
moor.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"What is a moor?" she said suddenly to Mrs. Medlock.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Look out of the window in about ten minutes and you'll see," the woman answered.
"We've got to drive five miles across Missel Moor before we get to the Manor. You
won't see much because it's a dark night, but you can see
something."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Mary asked no more questions but waited in the darkness of her corner, keeping her
eyes on the window. The carriage lamps cast rays of light a little distance ahead
of them and she caught glimpses of the things they passed. After they had left the
station they had driven through a tiny village and she had seen whitewashed
cottages and the lights of a public house. Then they had passed a church and a
vicarage and a little shop\u8211?window or so in a cottage with toys and sweets and
odd things set out for sale. Then they were on the highroad and she saw hedges and
trees. After that there seemed nothing different for a long time\u8212?or at least
it seemed a long time to her.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
At last the horses began to go more slowly, as if they were climbing up\u8211?hill,
and presently there seemed to be no more hedges and no more trees. She could see
nothing, in fact, but a dense darkness on either side. She leaned forward and
pressed her face against the window just as the carriage gave a big
jolt.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Eh! We're on the moor now sure enough," said Mrs. Medlock.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar}
{
The carriage lamps shed a yellow light on a rough\u8211?looking road which seemed
to be cut through bushes and low growing things which ended in the great expanse of
dark apparently spread out before and around them. A wind was rising and making a
singular, wild, low, rushing sound.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"It's\u8212?it's not the sea, is it?" said Mary, looking round at her
companion.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"No, not it," answered Mrs. Medlock. "Nor it isn't fields nor mountains, it's just
miles and miles and miles of wild land that nothing grows on but heather and gorse
and broom, and nothing lives on but wild ponies and sheep."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar}
{
"I feel as if it might be the sea, if there were water on it," said Mary. "It
sounds like the sea just now."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"That's the wind blowing through the bushes," Mrs. Medlock said. "It's a wild,
dreary enough place to my mind, though there's plenty that likes it\u8212?
particularly when the heather's in bloom."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
On and on they drove through the darkness, and though the rain stopped, the wind
rushed by and whistled and made strange sounds. The road went up and down, and
several times the carriage passed over a little bridge beneath which water rushed
very fast with a great deal of noise. Mary felt as if the drive would never come to
an end and that the wide, bleak moor was a wide expanse of black ocean through
which she was passing on a strip of dry land.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I don't like it," she said to herself. "I don't like it," and she pinched her thin
lips more tightly together.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
The horses were climbing up a hilly piece of road when she first caught sight of a
light. Mrs. Medlock saw it as soon as she did and drew a long sigh of
relief.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Eh, I am glad to see that bit o' light twinkling," she exclaimed. "It's the light
in the lodge window. We shall get a good cup of tea after a bit, at all
events."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
It was "after a bit," as she said, for when the carriage passed through the park
gates there was still two miles of avenue to drive through and the trees (which
nearly met overhead) made it seem as if they were driving through a long dark
vault.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
They drove out of the vault into a clear space and stopped before an immensely long
but low\u8211?built house which seemed to ramble round a stone court. At first Mary
thought that there were no lights at all in the windows, but as she got out of the
carriage she saw that one room in a corner up\u8211?stairs showed a dull
glow.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
The entrance door was a huge one made of massive, curiously shaped panels of oak
studded with big iron nails and bound with great iron bars. It opened into an
enormous hall, which was so dimly lighted that the faces in the portraits on the
walls and the figures in the suits of armor made Mary feel that she did not want to
look at them. As she stood on the stone floor she looked a very small, odd little
black figure, and she felt as small and lost and odd as she
looked.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
A neat, thin old man stood near the manservant who opened the door for
them.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"You are to take her to her room," he said in a husky voice. "He doesn't want to
see her. He's going to London in the morning."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Very well, Mr. Pitcher," Mrs. Medlock answered. "So long as I know what's expected
of me, I can manage."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"What's expected of you, Mrs. Medlock," Mr. Pitcher said, "is that you make sure
that he's not disturbed and that he doesn't see what he doesn't want to
see."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
And then Mary Lennox was led up a broad staircase and down a long corridor and up a
short flight of steps and through another corridor and another, until a door opened
in a wall and she found herself in a room with a fire in it and a supper on a
table.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Mrs. Medlock said unceremoniously:\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Well, here you are! This room and the next are where you'll live\u8212?and you
must keep to them. Don't you forget that!"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
It was in this way Mistress Mary arrived at Misselthwaite Manor and she had perhaps
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When she opened her eyes in the morning it was because a young housemaid had come
into her room to light the fire and was kneeling on the hearth\u8211?rug raking out
the cinders noisily. Mary lay and watched her for a few moments and then began to
look about the room. She had never seen a room at all like it and thought it
curious and gloomy. The walls were covered with tapestry with a forest scene
embroidered on it. There were fantastically dressed people under the trees and in
the distance there was a glimpse of the turrets of a castle. There were hunters and
horses and dogs and ladies. Mary felt as if she were in the forest with them. Out
of a deep window she could see a great climbing stretch of land which seemed to
have no trees on it, and to look rather like an endless, dull, purplish
sea.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"What is that?" she said, pointing out of the window.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Martha, the young housemaid, who had just risen to her feet, looked and pointed
also.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"That there?" she said.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Yes."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"That's th' moor," with a good\u8211?natured grin. "Does tha' like
it?"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"No," answered Mary. "I hate it."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"That's because tha'rt not used to it," Martha said, going back to her hearth.
"Tha' thinks it's too big an' bare now. But tha' will like
it."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Do you?" inquired Mary.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Aye, that I do," answered Martha, cheerfully polishing away at the grate. "I just
love it. It's none bare. It's covered wi' growin' things as smells sweet. It's fair
lovely in spring an' summer when th' gorse an' broom an' heather's in flower. It
smells o' honey an' there's such a lot o' fresh air\u8212?an' th' sky looks so high
an' th' bees an' skylarks makes such a nice noise hummin' an' singin'. Eh! I
wouldn't live away from th' moor for anythin'."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Mary listened to her with a grave, puzzled expression. The native servants she had
been used to in India were not in the least like this. They were obsequious and
servile and did not presume to talk to their masters as if they were their equals.
They made salaams and called them "protector of the poor" and names of that sort.
Indian servants were commanded to do things, not asked. It was not the custom to
say "please" and "thank you" and Mary had always slapped her Ayah in the face when
she was angry. She wondered a little what this girl would do if one slapped her in
the face. She was a round, rosy, good\u8211?natured looking creature, but she had a
sturdy way which made Mistress Mary wonder if she might not even slap back\u8212?if
the person who slapped her was only a little girl.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"You are a strange servant," she said from her pillows, rather
haughtily.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Martha sat up on her heels, with her blacking\u8211?brush in her hand, and laughed,
without seeming the least out of temper.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Eh! I know that," she said. "If there was a grand Missus at Misselthwaite I should
never have been even one of th' under housemaids. I might have been let to be
scullery\u8211?maid but I'd never have been let up\u8211?stairs. I'm too common an'
I talk too much Yorkshire. But this is a funny house for all it's so grand. Seems
like there's neither Master nor Mistress except Mr. Pitcher an' Mrs. Medlock. Mr.
Craven, he won't be troubled about anythin' when he's here, an' he's nearly always
away. Mrs. Medlock gave me th' place out o' kindness. She told me she could never
have done it if Misselthwaite had been like other big
houses."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Are you going to be my servant?" Mary asked, still in her imperious little Indian
way.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Martha began to rub her grate again.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I'm Mrs. Medlock's servant," she said stoutly. "An' she's Mr. Craven's\u8212?but
I'm to do the housemaid's work up here an' wait on you a bit. But you won't need
much waitin' on."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Who is going to dress me?" demanded Mary.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Martha sat up on her heels again and stared. She spoke in broad Yorkshire in her
amazement.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Canna' tha' dress thysen!" she said.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"What do you mean? I don't understand your language," said
Mary.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Eh! I forgot," Martha said. "Mrs. Medlock told me I'd have to be careful or you
wouldn't know what I was sayin'. I mean can't you put on your own
clothes?"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"No," answered Mary, quite indignantly. "I never did in my life. My Ayah dressed
me, of course."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Well," said Martha, evidently not in the least aware that she was impudent, "it's
time tha' should learn. Tha' cannot begin younger. It'll do thee good to wait on
thysen a bit. My mother always said she couldn't see why grand people's children
didn't turn out fair fools\u8212?what with nurses an' bein' washed an' dressed an'
took out to walk as if they was puppies!"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"It is different in India," said Mistress Mary disdainfully. She could scarcely
stand this.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
But Martha was not at all crushed.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Eh! I can see it's different," she answered almost sympathetically. "I dare say
it's because there's such a lot o' blacks there instead o' respectable white
people. When I heard you was comin' from India I thought you was a black
too."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Mary sat up in bed furious.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"What!" she said. "What! You thought I was a native. You\u8212?you daughter of a
pig!"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Martha stared and looked hot.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Who are you callin' names?" she said. "You needn't be so vexed. That's not th' way
for a young lady to talk. I've nothin' against th' blacks. When you read about 'em
in tracts they're always very religious. You always read as a black's a man an' a
brother. I've never seen a black an' I was fair pleased to think I was goin' to see
one close. When I come in to light your fire this mornin' I crep' up to your bed
an' pulled th' cover back careful to look at you. An' there you was,"
disappointedly, "no more black than me\u8212?for all you're so
yeller."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Mary did not even try to control her rage and humiliation.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar}
{
"You thought I was a native! You dared! You don't know anything about natives! They
are not people\u8212?they're servants who must salaam to you. You know nothing
about India. You know nothing about anything!"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
She was in such a rage and felt so helpless before the girl's simple stare, and
somehow she suddenly felt so horribly lonely and far away from everything she
understood and which understood her, that she threw herself face downward on the
pillows and burst into passionate sobbing. She sobbed so unrestrainedly that
good\u8211?natured Yorkshire Martha was a little frightened and quite sorry for
her. She went to the bed and bent over her.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Eh! you mustn't cry like that there!" she begged. "You mustn't for sure. I didn't
know you'd be vexed. I don't know anythin' about anythin'\u8212?just like you said.
I beg your pardon, Miss. Do stop cryin'."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
There was something comforting and really friendly in her queer Yorkshire speech
and sturdy way which had a good effect on Mary. She gradually ceased crying and
became quiet. Martha looked relieved.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"It's time for thee to get up now," she said. "Mrs. Medlock said I was to carry
tha' breakfast an' tea an' dinner into th' room next to this. It's been made into a
nursery for thee. I'll help thee on with thy clothes if tha'll get out o' bed. If
th' buttons are at th' back tha' cannot button them up
tha'self."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
When Mary at last decided to get up, the clothes Martha took from the wardrobe were
not the ones she had worn when she arrived the night before with Mrs.
Medlock.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Those are not mine," she said. "Mine are black."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
She looked the thick white wool coat and dress over, and added with cool
approval:\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Those are nicer than mine."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"These are th' ones tha' must put on," Martha answered. "Mr. Craven ordered Mrs.
Medlock to get 'em in London. He said 'I won't have a child dressed in black
wanderin' about like a lost soul,' he said. 'It'd make the place sadder than it is.
Put color on her.' Mother she said she knew what he meant. Mother always knows what
a body means. She doesn't hold with black hersel'."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I hate black things," said Mary.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
The dressing process was one which taught them both something. Martha had "buttoned
up" her little sisters and brothers but she had never seen a child who stood still
and waited for another person to do things for her as if she had neither hands nor
feet of her own.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Why doesn't tha' put on tha' own shoes?" she said when Mary quietly held out her
foot.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"My Ayah did it," answered Mary, staring. "It was the
custom."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
She said that very often\u8212?"It was the custom." The native servants were always
saying it. If one told them to do a thing their ancestors had not done for a
thousand years they gazed at one mildly and said, "It is not the custom" and one
knew that was the end of the matter.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
It had not been the custom that Mistress Mary should do anything but stand and
allow herself to be dressed like a doll, but before she was ready for breakfast she
began to suspect that her life at Misselthwaite Manor would end by teaching her a
number of things quite new to her\u8212?things such as putting on her own shoes and
stockings, and picking up things she let fall. If Martha had been a well\u8211?
trained fine young lady's maid she would have been more subservient and respectful
and would have known that it was her business to brush hair, and button boots, and
pick things up and lay them away. She was, however, only an untrained Yorkshire
rustic who had been brought up in a moorland cottage with a swarm of little
brothers and sisters who had never dreamed of doing anything but waiting on
themselves and on the younger ones who were either babies in arms or just learning
to totter about and tumble over things.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
If Mary Lennox had been a child who was ready to be amused she would perhaps have
laughed at Martha's readiness to talk, but Mary only listened to her coldly and
wondered at her freedom of manner. At first she was not at all interested, but
gradually, as the girl rattled on in her good\u8211?tempered, homely way, Mary
began to notice what she was saying.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Eh! you should see 'em all," she said. "There's twelve of us an' my father only
gets sixteen shilling a week. I can tell you my mother's put to it to get porridge
for 'em all. They tumble about on th' moor an' play there all day an' mother says
th' air of th' moor fattens 'em. She says she believes they eat th' grass same as
th' wild ponies do. Our Dickon, he's twelve years old and he's got a young pony he
calls his own."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Where did he get it?" asked Mary.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"He found it on th' moor with its mother when it was a little one an' he began to
make friends with it an' give it bits o' bread an' pluck young grass for it. And it
got to like him so it follows him about an' it lets him get on its back. Dickon's a
kind lad an' animals likes him."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Mary had never possessed an animal pet of her own and had always thought she should
like one. So she began to feel a slight interest in Dickon, and as she had never
before been interested in any one but herself, it was the dawning of a healthy
sentiment. When she went into the room which had been made into a nursery for her,
she found that it was rather like the one she had slept in. It was not a child's
room, but a grown\u8211?up person's room, with gloomy old pictures on the walls and
heavy old oak chairs. A table in the center was set with a good substantial
breakfast. But she had always had a very small appetite, and she looked with
something more than indifference at the first plate Martha set before
her.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I don't want it," she said.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Tha' doesn't want thy porridge!" Martha exclaimed
incredulously.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"No."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Tha' doesn't know how good it is. Put a bit o' treacle on it or a bit o'
sugar."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I don't want it," repeated Mary.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Eh!" said Martha. "I can't abide to see good victuals go to waste. If our children
was at this table they'd clean it bare in five minutes."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Why?" said Mary coldly.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Why!" echoed Martha. "Because they scarce ever had their stomachs full in their
lives. They're as hungry as young hawks an' foxes."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I don't know what it is to be hungry," said Mary, with the indifference of
ignorance.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Martha looked indignant.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Well, it would do thee good to try it. I can see that plain enough," she said
outspokenly. "I've no patience with folk as sits an' just stares at good bread an'
meat. My word! don't I wish Dickon and Phil an' Jane an' th' rest of 'em had what's
here under their pinafores."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Why don't you take it to them?" suggested Mary.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"It's not mine," answered Martha stoutly. "An' this isn't my day out. I get my day
out once a month same as th' rest. Then I go home an' clean up for mother an' give
her a day's rest."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Mary drank some tea and ate a little toast and some
marmalade.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"You wrap up warm an' run out an' play you," said Martha. "It'll do you good and
give you some stomach for your meat."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Mary went to the window. There were gardens and paths and big trees, but everything
looked dull and wintry.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Out? Why should I go out on a day like this?"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Well, if tha' doesn't go out tha'lt have to stay in, an' what has tha' got to
do?"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Mary glanced about her. There was nothing to do. When Mrs. Medlock had prepared the
nursery she had not thought of amusement. Perhaps it would be better to go and see
what the gardens were like.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Who will go with me?" she inquired.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Martha stared.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"You'll go by yourself," she answered. "You'll have to learn to play like other
children does when they haven't got sisters and brothers. Our Dickon goes off on
th' moor by himself an' plays for hours. That's how he made friends with th' pony.
He's got sheep on th' moor that knows him, an' birds as comes an' eats out of his
hand. However little there is to eat, he always saves a bit o' his bread to coax
his pets."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
It was really this mention of Dickon which made Mary decide to go out, though she
was not aware of it. There would be birds outside though there would not be ponies
or sheep. They would be different from the birds in India and it might amuse her to
look at them.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Martha found her coat and hat for her and a pair of stout little boots and she
showed her her way down\u8211?stairs.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"If tha' goes round that way tha'll come to th' gardens," she said, pointing to a
gate in a wall of shrubbery. "There's lots o' flowers in summer\u8211?time, but
there's nothin' bloomin' now." She seemed to hesitate a second before she added,
"One of th' gardens is locked up. No one has been in it for ten
years."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Why?" asked Mary in spite of herself. Here was another locked door added to the
hundred in the strange house.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Mr. Craven had it shut when his wife died so sudden. He won't let no one go
inside. It was her garden. He locked th' door an' dug a hole and buried th' key.
There's Mrs. Medlock's bell ringing\u8212?I must run."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
After she was gone Mary turned down the walk which led to the door in the
shrubbery. She could not help thinking about the garden which no one had been into
for ten years. She wondered what it would look like and whether there were any
flowers still alive in it. When she had passed through the shrubbery gate she found
herself in great gardens, with wide lawns and winding walks with clipped borders.
There were trees, and flower\u8211?beds, and evergreens clipped into strange
shapes, and a large pool with an old gray fountain in its midst. But the
flower\u8211?beds were bare and wintry and the fountain was not playing. This was
not the garden which was shut up. How could a garden be shut up? You could always
walk into a garden.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
She was just thinking this when she saw that, at the end of the path she was
following, there seemed to be a long wall, with ivy growing over it. She was not
familiar enough with England to know that she was coming upon the kitchen\u8211?
gardens where the vegetables and fruit were growing. She went toward the wall and
found that there was a green door in the ivy, and that it stood open. This was not
the closed garden, evidently, and she could go into it.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
She went through the door and found that it was a garden with walls all round it
and that it was only one of several walled gardens which seemed to open into one
another. She saw another open green door, revealing bushes and pathways between
beds containing winter vegetables. Fruit\u8211?trees were trained flat against the
wall, and over some of the beds there were glass frames. The place was bare and
ugly enough, Mary thought, as she stood and stared about her. It might be nicer in
summer when things were green, but there was nothing pretty about it
now.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Presently an old man with a spade over his shoulder walked through the door leading
from the second garden. He looked startled when he saw Mary, and then touched his
cap. He had a surly old face, and did not seem at all pleased to see her\u8212?but
then she was displeased with his garden and wore her "quite contrary" expression,
and certainly did not seem at all pleased to see him.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"What is this place?" she asked.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"One o' th' kitchen\u8211?gardens," he answered.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"What is that?" said Mary, pointing through the other green
door.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Another of 'em," shortly. "There's another on t'other side o' th' wall an' there's
th' orchard t'other side o' that."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Can I go in them?" asked Mary.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"If tha' likes. But there's nowt to see."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Mary made no response. She went down the path and through the second green door.
There she found more walls and winter vegetables and glass frames, but in the
second wall there was another green door and it was not open. Perhaps it led into
the garden which no one had seen for ten years. As she was not at all a timid child
and always did what she wanted to do, Mary went to the green door and turned the
handle. She hoped the door would not open because she wanted to be sure she had
found the mysterious garden\u8212?but it did open quite easily and she walked
through it and found herself in an orchard. There were walls all round it also and
trees trained against them, and there were bare fruit\u8211?trees growing in the
winter\u8211?browned grass\u8212?but there was no green door to be seen anywhere.
Mary looked for it, and yet when she had entered the upper end of the garden she
had noticed that the wall did not seem to end with the orchard but to extend beyond
it as if it enclosed a place at the other side. She could see the tops of trees
above the wall, and when she stood still she saw a bird with a bright red breast
sitting on the topmost branch of one of them, and suddenly he burst into his winter
song\u8212?almost as if he had caught sight of her and was calling to
her.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
She stopped and listened to him and somehow his cheerful, friendly little whistle
gave her a pleased feeling\u8212?even a disagreeable little girl may be lonely, and
the big closed house and big bare moor and big bare gardens had made this one feel
as if there was no one left in the world but herself. If she had been an
affectionate child, who had been used to being loved, she would have broken her
heart, but even though she was "Mistress Mary Quite Contrary" she was desolate, and
the bright\u8211?breasted little bird brought a look into her sour little face
which was almost a smile. She listened to him until he flew away. He was not like
an Indian bird and she liked him and wondered if she should ever see him again.
Perhaps he lived in the mysterious garden and knew all about
it.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Perhaps it was because she had nothing whatever to do that she thought so much of
the deserted garden. She was curious about it and wanted to see what it was like.
Why had Mr. Archibald Craven buried the key? If he had liked his wife so much why
did he hate her garden? She wondered if she should ever see him, but she knew that
if she did she should not like him, and he would not like her, and that she should
only stand and stare at him and say nothing, though she should be wanting
dreadfully to ask him why he had done such a queer thing.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"People never like me and I never like people," she thought. "And I never can talk
as the Crawford children could. They were always talking and laughing and making
noises."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
She thought of the robin and of the way he seemed to sing his song at her, and as
she remembered the tree\u8211?top he perched on she stopped rather suddenly on the
path.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I believe that tree was in the secret garden\u8212?I feel sure it was," she said.
"There was a wall round the place and there was no door."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
She walked back into the first kitchen\u8211?garden she had entered and found the
old man digging there. She went and stood beside him and watched him a few moments
in her cold little way. He took no notice of her and so at last she spoke to
him.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I have been into the other gardens," she said.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"There was nothin' to prevent thee," he answered crustily.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar}
{
"I went into the orchard."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"There was no dog at th' door to bite thee," he answered.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"There was no door there into the other garden," said Mary.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar}
{
"What garden?" he said in a rough voice, stopping his digging for a
moment.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"The one on the other side of the wall," answered Mistress Mary. "There are trees
there\u8212?I saw the tops of them. A bird with a red breast was sitting on one of
them and he sang."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
To her surprise the surly old weather\u8211?beaten face actually changed its
expression. A slow smile spread over it and the gardener looked quite different. It
made her think that it was curious how much nicer a person looked when he smiled.
She had not thought of it before.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
He turned about to the orchard side of his garden and began to whistle\u8212?a low
soft whistle. She could not understand how such a surly man could make such a
coaxing sound.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Almost the next moment a wonderful thing happened. She heard a soft little rushing
flight through the air\u8212?and it was the bird with the red breast flying to
them, and he actually alighted on the big clod of earth quite near to the
gardener's foot.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Here he is," chuckled the old man, and then he spoke to the bird as if he were
speaking to a child.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Where has tha' been, tha' cheeky little beggar?" he said. "I've not seen thee
before to\u8211?day. Has tha' begun tha' courtin' this early in th' season? Tha'rt
too forrad."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
The bird put his tiny head on one side and looked up at him with his soft bright
eye which was like a black dewdrop. He seemed quite familiar and not the least
afraid. He hopped about and pecked the earth briskly, looking for seeds and
insects. It actually gave Mary a queer feeling in her heart, because he was so
pretty and cheerful and seemed so like a person. He had a tiny plump body and a
delicate beak, and slender delicate legs.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Will he always come when you call him?" she asked almost in a
whisper.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Aye, that he will. I've knowed him ever since he was a fledgling. He come out of
th' nest in th' other garden an' when first he flew over th' wall he was too weak
to fly back for a few days an' we got friendly. When he went over th' wall again
th' rest of th' brood was gone an' he was lonely an' he come back to
me."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"What kind of a bird is he?" Mary asked.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Doesn't tha' know? He's a robin redbreast an' they're th' friendliest, curiousest
birds alive. They're almost as friendly as dogs\u8212?if you know how to get on
with 'em. Watch him peckin' about there an' lookin' round at us now an' again. He
knows we're talkin' about him."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
It was the queerest thing in the world to see the old fellow. He looked at the
plump little scarlet\u8211?waistcoated bird as if he were both proud and fond of
him.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"He's a conceited one," he chuckled. "He likes to hear folk talk about him. An'
curious\u8212?bless me, there never was his like for curiosity an' meddlin'. He's
always comin' to see what I'm plantin'. He knows all th' things Mester Craven never
troubles hissel' to find out. He's th' head gardener, he
is."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
The robin hopped about busily pecking the soil and now and then stopped and looked
at them a little. Mary thought his black dewdrop eyes gazed at her with great
curiosity. It really seemed as if he were finding out all about her. The queer
feeling in her heart increased.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Where did the rest of the brood fly to?" she asked.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"There's no knowin'. The old ones turn 'em out o' their nest an' make 'em fly an'
they're scattered before you know it. This one was a knowin' one an' he knew he was
lonely."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Mistress Mary went a step nearer to the robin and looked at him very
hard.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I'm lonely," she said.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
She had not known before that this was one of the things which made her feel sour
and cross. She seemed to find it out when the robin looked at her and she looked at
the robin.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
The old gardener pushed his cap back on his bald head and stared at her a
minute.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Art tha' th' little wench from India?" he asked.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Mary nodded.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Then no wonder tha'rt lonely. Tha'lt be lonelier before tha's done," he
said.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
He began to dig again, driving his spade deep into the rich black garden soil while
the robin hopped about very busily employed.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"What is your name?" Mary inquired.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
He stood up to answer her.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Ben Weatherstaff," he answered, and then he added with a surly chuckle, "I'm
lonely mysel' except when he's with me," and he jerked his thumb toward the robin.
"He's th' only friend I've got."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I have no friends at all," said Mary. "I never had. My Ayah didn't like me and I
never played with any one."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
It is a Yorkshire habit to say what you think with blunt frankness, and old Ben
Weatherstaff was a Yorkshire moor man.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Tha' an' me are a good bit alike," he said. "We was wove out of th' same cloth.
We're neither of us good lookin' an' we're both of us as sour as we look. We've got
the same nasty tempers, both of us, I'll warrant."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
This was plain speaking, and Mary Lennox had never heard the truth about herself in
her life. Native servants always salaamed and submitted to you, whatever you did.
She had never thought much about her looks, but she wondered if she was as
unattractive as Ben Weatherstaff and she also wondered if she looked as sour as he
had looked before the robin came. She actually began to wonder also if she was
"nasty tempered." She felt uncomfortable.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Suddenly a clear rippling little sound broke out near her and she turned round. She
was standing a few feet from a young apple\u8211?tree and the robin had flown on to
one of its branches and had burst out into a scrap of a song. Ben Weatherstaff
laughed outright.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"What did he do that for?" asked Mary.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"He's made up his mind to make friends with thee," replied Ben. "Dang me if he
hasn't took a fancy to thee."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"To me?" said Mary, and she moved toward the little tree softly and looked
up.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Would you make friends with me?" she said to the robin just as if she was speaking
to a person. "Would you?" And she did not say it either in her hard little voice or
in her imperious Indian voice, but in a tone so soft and eager and coaxing that Ben
Weatherstaff was as surprised as she had been when she heard him
whistle.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Why," he cried out, "tha' said that as nice an' human as if tha' was a real child
instead of a sharp old woman. Tha' said it almost like Dickon talks to his wild
things on th' moor."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Do you know Dickon?" Mary asked, turning round rather in a
hurry.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Everybody knows him. Dickon's wanderin' about everywhere. Th' very blackberries
an' heather\u8211?bells knows him. I warrant th' foxes shows him where their cubs
lies an' th' skylarks doesn't hide their nests from him."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Mary would have liked to ask some more questions. She was almost as curious about
Dickon as she was about the deserted garden. But just that moment the robin, who
had ended his song, gave a little shake of his wings, spread them and flew away. He
had made his visit and had other things to do.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"He has flown over the wall!" Mary cried out, watching him. "He has flown into the
orchard\u8212?he has flown across the other wall\u8212?into the garden where there
is no door!"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"He lives there," said old Ben. "He came out o' th' egg there. If he's courtin',
he's makin' up to some young madam of a robin that lives among th' old rose\u8211?
trees there."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Rose\u8211?trees," said Mary. "Are there rose\u8211?
trees?"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Ben Weatherstaff took up his spade again and began to dig.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar}
{
"There was ten year' ago," he mumbled.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I should like to see them," said Mary. "Where is the green door? There must be a
door somewhere."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Ben drove his spade deep and looked as uncompanionable as he had looked when she
first saw him.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"There was ten year' ago, but there isn't now," he said.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"No door!" cried Mary. "There must be."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"None as any one can find, an' none as is any one's business. Don't you be a
meddlesome wench an' poke your nose where it's no cause to go. Here, I must go on
with my work. Get you gone an' play you. I've no more
time."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
And he actually stopped digging, threw his spade over his shoulder and walked off,
without even glancing at her or saying good\u8211?by.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar}
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Chapter V\par\pard\plain\hyphpar}\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {\s3 \afs28
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{\i
The Cry in the
Corridor\par\pard\plain\hyphpar}\par\pard\plain\hyphpar}\par\pard\plain\hyphpar}
\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
At first each day which passed by for Mary Lennox was exactly like the others.
Every morning she awoke in her tapestried room and found Martha kneeling upon the
hearth building her fire; every morning she ate her breakfast in the nursery which
had nothing amusing in it; and after each breakfast she gazed out of the window
across to the huge moor which seemed to spread out on all sides and climb up to the
sky, and after she had stared for a while she realized that if she did not go out
she would have to stay in and do nothing\u8212?and so she went out. She did not
know that this was the best thing she could have done, and she did not know that,
when she began to walk quickly or even run along the paths and down the avenue, she
was stirring her slow blood and making herself stronger by fighting with the wind
which swept down from the moor. She ran only to make herself warm, and she hated
the wind which rushed at her face and roared and held her back as if it were some
giant she could not see. But the big breaths of rough fresh air blown over the
heather filled her lungs with something which was good for her whole thin body and
whipped some red color into her cheeks and brightened her dull eyes when she did
not know anything about it.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
But after a few days spent almost entirely out of doors she wakened one morning
knowing what it was to be hungry, and when she sat down to her breakfast she did
not glance disdainfully at her porridge and push it away, but took up her spoon and
began to eat it and went on eating it until her bowl was
empty.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Tha' got on well enough with that this mornin', didn't tha'?" said
Martha.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"It tastes nice to\u8211?day," said Mary, feeling a little surprised
herself.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"It's th' air of th' moor that's givin' thee stomach for tha' victuals," answered
Martha. "It's lucky for thee that tha's got victuals as well as appetite. There's
been twelve in our cottage as had th' stomach an' nothin' to put in it. You go on
playin' you out o' doors every day an' you'll get some flesh on your bones an' you
won't be so yeller."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I don't play," said Mary. "I have nothing to play with."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Nothin' to play with!" exclaimed Martha. "Our children plays with sticks and
stones. They just runs about an' shouts an' looks at
things."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Mary did not shout, but she looked at things. There was nothing else to do. She
walked round and round the gardens and wandered about the paths in the park.
Sometimes she looked for Ben Weatherstaff, but though several times she saw him at
work he was too busy to look at her or was too surly. Once when she was walking
toward him he picked up his spade and turned away as if he did it on
purpose.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
One place she went to oftener than to any other. It was the long walk outside the
gardens with the walls round them. There were bare flower\u8211?beds on either side
of it and against the walls ivy grew thickly. There was one part of the wall where
the creeping dark green leaves were more bushy than elsewhere. It seemed as if for
a long time that part had been neglected. The rest of it had been clipped and made
to look neat, but at this lower end of the walk it had not been trimmed at
all.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
A few days after she had talked to Ben Weatherstaff Mary stopped to notice this and
wondered why it was so. She had just paused and was looking up at a long spray of
ivy swinging in the wind when she saw a gleam of scarlet and heard a brilliant
chirp, and there, on the top of the wall, perched Ben Weatherstaff's robin
redbreast, tilting forward to look at her with his small head on one
side.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Oh!" she cried out, "is it you\u8212?is it you?" And it did not seem at all queer
to her that she spoke to him as if she was sure that he would understand and answer
her.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
He did answer. He twittered and chirped and hopped along the wall as if he were
telling her all sorts of things. It seemed to Mistress Mary as if she understood
him, too, though he was not speaking in words. It was as if he
said:\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Good morning! Isn't the wind nice? Isn't the sun nice? Isn't everything nice? Let
us both chirp and hop and twitter. Come on! Come on!"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Mary began to laugh, and as he hopped and took little flights along the wall she
ran after him. Poor little thin, sallow, ugly Mary\u8212?she actually looked almost
pretty for a moment.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I like you! I like you!" she cried out, pattering down the walk; and she chirped
and tried to whistle, which last she did not know how to do in the least. But the
robin seemed to be quite satisfied and chirped and whistled back at her. At last he
spread his wings and made a darting flight to the top of a tree, where he perched
and sang loudly.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
That reminded Mary of the first time she had seen him. He had been swinging on a
tree\u8211?top then and she had been standing in the orchard. Now she was on the
other side of the orchard and standing in the path outside a wall\u8212?much lower
down\u8212?and there was the same tree inside.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"It's in the garden no one can go into," she said to herself. "It's the garden
without a door. He lives in there. How I wish I could see what it is
like!"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
She ran up the walk to the green door she had entered the first morning. Then she
ran down the path through the other door and then into the orchard, and when she
stood and looked up there was the tree on the other side of the wall, and there was
the robin just finishing his song and beginning to preen his feathers with his
beak.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"It is the garden," she said. "I am sure it is."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
She walked round and looked closely at that side of the orchard wall, but she only
found what she had found before\u8212?that there was no door in it. Then she ran
through the kitchen\u8211?gardens again and out into the walk outside the long
ivy\u8211?covered wall, and she walked to the end of it and looked at it, but there
was no door; and then she walked to the other end, looking again, but there was no
door.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"It's very queer," she said. "Ben Weatherstaff said there was no door and there is
no door. But there must have been one ten years ago, because Mr. Craven buried the
key."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
This gave her so much to think of that she began to be quite interested and feel
that she was not sorry that she had come to Misselthwaite Manor. In India she had
always felt hot and too languid to care much about anything. The fact was that the
fresh wind from the moor had begun to blow the cobwebs out of her young brain and
to waken her up a little.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
She stayed out of doors nearly all day, and when she sat down to her supper at
night she felt hungry and drowsy and comfortable. She did not feel cross when
Martha chattered away. She felt as if she rather liked to hear her, and at last she
thought she would ask her a question. She asked it after she had finished her
supper and had sat down on the hearth\u8211?rug before the
fire.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Why did Mr. Craven hate the garden?" she said.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
She had made Martha stay with her and Martha had not objected at all. She was very
young, and used to a crowded cottage full of brothers and sisters, and she found it
dull in the great servants' hall down\u8211?stairs where the footman and
upper\u8211?housemaids made fun of her Yorkshire speech and looked upon her as a
common little thing, and sat and whispered among themselves. Martha liked to talk,
and the strange child who had lived in India, and been waited upon by "blacks," was
novelty enough to attract her.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
She sat down on the hearth herself without waiting to be
asked.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Art tha' thinkin' about that garden yet?" she said. "I knew tha' would. That was
just the way with me when I first heard about it."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Why did he hate it?" Mary persisted.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Martha tucked her feet under her and made herself quite
comfortable.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Listen to th' wind wutherin' round the house," she said. "You could bare stand up
on the moor if you was out on it to\u8211?night."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Mary did not know what "wutherin'" meant until she listened, and then she
understood. It must mean that hollow shuddering sort of roar which rushed round and
round the house as if the giant no one could see were buffeting it and beating at
the walls and windows to try to break in. But one knew he could not get in, and
somehow it made one feel very safe and warm inside a room with a red coal
fire.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"But why did he hate it so?" she asked, after she had listened. She intended to
know if Martha did.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Then Martha gave up her store of knowledge.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Mind," she said, "Mrs. Medlock said it's not to be talked about. There's lots o'
things in this place that's not to be talked over. That's Mr. Craven's orders. His
troubles are none servants' business, he says. But for th' garden he wouldn't be
like he is. It was Mrs. Craven's garden that she had made when first they were
married an' she just loved it, an' they used to 'tend the flowers themselves. An'
none o' th' gardeners was ever let to go in. Him an' her used to go in an' shut th'
door an' stay there hours an' hours, readin' an' talkin'. An' she was just a bit of
a girl an' there was an old tree with a branch bent like a seat on it. An' she made
roses grow over it an' she used to sit there. But one day when she was sittin'
there th' branch broke an' she fell on th' ground an' was hurt so bad that next day
she died. Th' doctors thought he'd go out o' his mind an' die, too. That's why he
hates it. No one's never gone in since, an' he won't let any one talk about
it."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Mary did not ask any more questions. She looked at the red fire and listened to the
wind "wutherin'." It seemed to be "wutherin'" louder than
ever.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
At that moment a very good thing was happening to her. Four good things had
happened to her, in fact, since she came to Misselthwaite Manor. She had felt as if
she had understood a robin and that he had understood her; she had run in the wind
until her blood had grown warm; she had been healthily hungry for the first time in
her life; and she had found out what it was to be sorry for some one. She was
getting on.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
But as she was listening to the wind she began to listen to something else. She did
not know what it was, because at first she could scarcely distinguish it from the
wind itself. It was a curious sound\u8212?it seemed almost as if a child were
crying somewhere. Sometimes the wind sounded rather like a child crying, but
presently Mistress Mary felt quite sure that this sound was inside the house, not
outside it. It was far away, but it was inside. She turned round and looked at
Martha.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Do you hear any one crying?" she said.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Martha suddenly looked confused.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"No," she answered. "It's th' wind. Sometimes it sounds like as if some one was
lost on th' moor an' wailin'. It's got all sorts o'
sounds."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"But listen," said Mary. "It's in the house\u8212?down one of those long
corridors."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
And at that very moment a door must have been opened somewhere down\u8211?stairs;
for a great rushing draft blew along the passage and the door of the room they sat
in was blown open with a crash, and as they both jumped to their feet the light was
blown out and the crying sound was swept down the far corridor so that it was to be
heard more plainly than ever.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"There!" said Mary. "I told you so! It is some one crying\u8212?and it isn't a
grown\u8211?up person."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Martha ran and shut the door and turned the key, but before she did it they both
heard the sound of a door in some far passage shutting with a bang, and then
everything was quiet, for even the wind ceased "wutherin'" for a few
moments.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"It was th' wind," said Martha stubbornly. "An' if it wasn't, it was little Betty
Butterworth, th' scullery\u8211?maid. She's had th' toothache all
day."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
But something troubled and awkward in her manner made Mistress Mary stare very hard
at her. She did not believe she was speaking the truth.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar}
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{\b
{\i
"There Was Some One Crying--there
Was!"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar}\par\pard\plain\hyphpar}\par\pard\plain\hyphpar}
\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
The next day the rain poured down in torrents again, and when Mary looked out of
her window the moor was almost hidden by gray mist and cloud. There could be no
going out to\u8211?day.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"What do you do in your cottage when it rains like this?" she asked
Martha.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Try to keep from under each other's feet mostly," Martha answered. "Eh! there does
seem a lot of us then. Mother's a good\u8211?tempered woman but she gets fair
moithered. The biggest ones goes out in th' cow\u8211?shed and plays there. Dickon
he doesn't mind th' wet. He goes out just th' same as if th' sun was shinin'. He
says he sees things on rainy days as doesn't show when it's fair weather. He once
found a little fox cub half drowned in its hole and he brought it home in th' bosom
of his shirt to keep it warm. Its mother had been killed nearby an' th' hole was
swum out an' th' rest o' th' litter was dead. He's got it at home now. He found a
half\u8211?drowned young crow another time an' he brought it home, too, an' tamed
it. It's named Soot because it's so black, an' it hops an' flies about with him
everywhere."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
The time had come when Mary had forgotten to resent Martha's familiar talk. She had
even begun to find it interesting and to be sorry when she stopped or went away.
The stories she had been told by her Ayah when she lived in India had been quite
unlike those Martha had to tell about the moorland cottage which held fourteen
people who lived in four little rooms and never had quite enough to eat. The
children seemed to tumble about and amuse themselves like a litter of rough,
good\u8211?natured collie puppies. Mary was most attracted by the mother and
Dickon. When Martha told stories of what "mother" said or did they always sounded
comfortable.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"If I had a raven or a fox cub I could play with it," said Mary. "But I have
nothing."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Martha looked perplexed.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Can tha' knit?" she asked.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"No," answered Mary.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Can tha' sew?"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"No."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Can tha' read?"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Yes."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Then why doesn't tha' read somethin', or learn a bit o' spellin'? Tha'st old
enough to be learnin' thy book a good bit now."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I haven't any books," said Mary. "Those I had were left in
India."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"That's a pity," said Martha. "If Mrs. Medlock'd let thee go into th' library,
there's thousands o' books there."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Mary did not ask where the library was, because she was suddenly inspired by a new
idea. She made up her mind to go and find it herself. She was not troubled about
Mrs. Medlock. Mrs. Medlock seemed always to be in her comfortable housekeeper's
sitting\u8211?room down\u8211?stairs. In this queer place one scarcely ever saw any
one at all. In fact, there was no one to see but the servants, and when their
master was away they lived a luxurious life below stairs, where there was a huge
kitchen hung about with shining brass and pewter, and a large servants' hall where
there were four or five abundant meals eaten every day, and where a great deal of
lively romping went on when Mrs. Medlock was out of the
way.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Mary's meals were served regularly, and Martha waited on her, but no one troubled
themselves about her in the least. Mrs. Medlock came and looked at her every day or
two, but no one inquired what she did or told her what to do. She supposed that
perhaps this was the English way of treating children. In India she had always been
attended by her Ayah, who had followed her about and waited on her, hand and foot.
She had often been tired of her company. Now she was followed by nobody and was
learning to dress herself because Martha looked as though she thought she was silly
and stupid when she wanted to have things handed to her and put
on.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Hasn't tha' got good sense?" she said once, when Mary had stood waiting for her to
put on her gloves for her. "Our Susan Ann is twice as sharp as thee an' she's only
four year' old. Sometimes tha' looks fair soft in th'
head."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Mary had worn her contrary scowl for an hour after that, but it made her think
several entirely new things.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
She stood at the window for about ten minutes this morning after Martha had swept
up the hearth for the last time and gone down\u8211?stairs. She was thinking over
the new idea which had come to her when she heard of the library. She did not care
very much about the library itself, because she had read very few books; but to
hear of it brought back to her mind the hundred rooms with closed doors. She
wondered if they were all really locked and what she would find if she could get
into any of them. Were there a hundred really? Why shouldn't she go and see how
many doors she could count? It would be something to do on this morning when she
could not go out. She had never been taught to ask permission to do things, and she
knew nothing at all about authority, so she would not have thought it necessary to
ask Mrs. Medlock if she might walk about the house, even if she had seen
her.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
She opened the door of the room and went into the corridor, and then she began her
wanderings. It was a long corridor and it branched into other corridors and it led
her up short flights of steps which mounted to others again. There were doors and
doors, and there were pictures on the walls. Sometimes they were pictures of dark,
curious landscapes, but oftenest they were portraits of men and women in queer,
grand costumes made of satin and velvet. She found herself in one long gallery
whose walls were covered with these portraits. She had never thought there could be
so many in any house. She walked slowly down this place and stared at the faces
which also seemed to stare at her. She felt as if they were wondering what a little
girl from India was doing in their house. Some were pictures of children\u8212?
little girls in thick satin frocks which reached to their feet and stood out about
them, and boys with puffed sleeves and lace collars and long hair, or with big
ruffs around their necks. She always stopped to look at the children, and wonder
what their names were, and where they had gone, and why they wore such odd clothes.
There was a stiff, plain little girl rather like herself. She wore a green brocade
dress and held a green parrot on her finger. Her eyes had a sharp, curious
look.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Where do you live now?" said Mary aloud to her. "I wish you were
here."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Surely no other little girl ever spent such a queer morning. It seemed as if there
was no one in all the huge rambling house but her own small self, wandering about
up\u8211?stairs and down, through narrow passages and wide ones, where it seemed to
her that no one but herself had ever walked. Since so many rooms had been built,
people must have lived in them, but it all seemed so empty that she could not quite
believe it true.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
It was not until she climbed to the second floor that she thought of turning the
handle of a door. All the doors were shut, as Mrs. Medlock had said they were, but
at last she put her hand on the handle of one of them and turned it. She was almost
frightened for a moment when she felt that it turned without difficulty and that
when she pushed upon the door itself it slowly and heavily opened. It was a massive
door and opened into a big bedroom. There were embroidered hangings on the wall,
and inlaid furniture such as she had seen in India stood about the room. A broad
window with leaded panes looked out upon the moor; and over the mantel was another
portrait of the stiff, plain little girl who seemed to stare at her more curiously
than ever.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Perhaps she slept here once," said Mary. "She stares at me so that she makes me
feel queer."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
After that she opened more doors and more. She saw so many rooms that she became
quite tired and began to think that there must be a hundred, though she had not
counted them. In all of them there were old pictures or old tapestries with strange
scenes worked on them. There were curious pieces of furniture and curious ornaments
in nearly all of them.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
In one room, which looked like a lady's sitting\u8211?room, the hangings were all
embroidered velvet, and in a cabinet were about a hundred little elephants made of
ivory. They were of different sizes, and some had their mahouts or palanquins on
their backs. Some were much bigger than the others and some were so tiny that they
seemed only babies. Mary had seen carved ivory in India and she knew all about
elephants. She opened the door of the cabinet and stood on a footstool and played
with these for quite a long time. When she got tired she set the elephants in order
and shut the door of the cabinet.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
In all her wanderings through the long corridors and the empty rooms, she had seen
nothing alive; but in this room she saw something. Just after she had closed the
cabinet door she heard a tiny rustling sound. It made her jump and look around at
the sofa by the fireplace, from which it seemed to come. In the corner of the sofa
there was a cushion, and in the velvet which covered it there was a hole, and out
of the hole peeped a tiny head with a pair of frightened eyes in
it.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Mary crept softly across the room to look. The bright eyes belonged to a little
gray mouse, and the mouse had eaten a hole into the cushion and made a comfortable
nest there. Six baby mice were cuddled up asleep near her. If there was no one else
alive in the hundred rooms there were seven mice who did not look lonely at
all.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"If they wouldn't be so frightened I would take them back with me," said
Mary.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
She had wandered about long enough to feel too tired to wander any farther, and she
turned back. Two or three times she lost her way by turning down the wrong corridor
and was obliged to ramble up and down until she found the right one; but at last
she reached her own floor again, though she was some distance from her own room and
did not know exactly where she was.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I believe I have taken a wrong turning again," she said, standing still at what
seemed the end of a short passage with tapestry on the wall. "I don't know which
way to go. How still everything is!"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
It was while she was standing here and just after she had said this that the
stillness was broken by a sound. It was another cry, but not quite like the one she
had heard last night; it was only a short one, a fretful, childish whine muffled by
passing through walls.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"It's nearer than it was," said Mary, her heart beating rather faster. "And it {\i
is} crying."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
She put her hand accidentally upon the tapestry near her, and then sprang back,
feeling quite startled. The tapestry was the covering of a door which fell open and
showed her that there was another part of the corridor behind it, and Mrs. Medlock
was coming up it with her bunch of keys in her hand and a very cross look on her
face.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"What are you doing here?" she said, and she took Mary by the arm and pulled her
away. "What did I tell you?"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I turned round the wrong corner," explained Mary. "I didn't know which way to go
and I heard some one crying."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
She quite hated Mrs. Medlock at the moment, but she hated her more the
next.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"You didn't hear anything of the sort," said the housekeeper. "You come along back
to your own nursery or I'll box your ears."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
And she took her by the arm and half pushed, half pulled her up one passage and
down another until she pushed her in at the door of her own
room.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Now," she said, "you stay where you're told to stay or you'll find yourself locked
up. The master had better get you a governess, same as he said he would. You're one
that needs some one to look sharp after you. I've got enough to
do."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
She went out of the room and slammed the door after her, and Mary went and sat on
the hearth\u8211?rug, pale with rage. She did not cry, but ground her
teeth.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"There {\i
was} some one crying\u8212?there {\i
was}\u8212?there {\i
was}!" she said to herself.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
She had heard it twice now, and sometime she would find out. She had found out a
great deal this morning. She felt as if she had been on a long journey, and at any
rate she had had something to amuse her all the time, and she had played with the
ivory elephants and had seen the gray mouse and its babies in their nest in the
velvet cushion.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {\page } {\qc
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{\b
{\i
The Key of the
Garden\par\pard\plain\hyphpar}\par\pard\plain\hyphpar}\par\pard\plain\hyphpar}
\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Two days after this, when Mary opened her eyes she sat upright in bed immediately,
and called to Martha.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Look at the moor! Look at the moor!"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
The rain\u8211?storm had ended and the gray mist and clouds had been swept away in
the night by the wind. The wind itself had ceased and a brilliant, deep blue sky
arched high over the moorland. Never, never had Mary dreamed of a sky so blue. In
India skies were hot and blazing; this was of a deep cool blue which almost seemed
to sparkle like the waters of some lovely bottomless lake, and here and there,
high, high in the arched blueness floated small clouds of snow\u8211?white fleece.
The far\u8211?reaching world of the moor itself looked softly blue instead of
gloomy purple\u8211?black or awful dreary gray.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Aye," said Martha with a cheerful grin. "Th' storm's over for a bit. It does like
this at this time o' th' year. It goes off in a night like it was pretendin' it had
never been here an' never meant to come again. That's because th' springtime's on
its way. It's a long way off yet, but it's comin'."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I thought perhaps it always rained or looked dark in England," Mary
said.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Eh! no!" said Martha, sitting up on her heels among her black lead brushes. "Nowt
o' th' soart!"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"What does that mean?" asked Mary seriously. In India the natives spoke different
dialects which only a few people understood, so she was not surprised when Martha
used words she did not know.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Martha laughed as she had done the first morning.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"There now," she said. "I've talked broad Yorkshire again like Mrs. Medlock said I
mustn't. 'Nowt o' th' soart' means 'nothin'\u8211?of\u8211?the\u8211?sort,'" slowly
and carefully, "but it takes so long to say it. Yorkshire's th' sunniest place on
earth when it is sunny. I told thee tha'd like th' moor after a bit. Just you wait
till you see th' gold\u8211?colored gorse blossoms an' th' blossoms o' th' broom,
an' th' heather flowerin', all purple bells, an' hundreds o' butterflies flutterin'
an' bees hummin' an' skylarks soarin' up an' singin'. You'll want to get out on it
at sunrise an' live out on it all day like Dickon does."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Could I ever get there?" asked Mary wistfully, looking through her window at the
far\u8211?off blue. It was so new and big and wonderful and such a heavenly
color.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I don't know," answered Martha. "Tha's never used tha' legs since tha' was born,
it seems to me. Tha' couldn't walk five mile. It's five mile to our
cottage."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I should like to see your cottage."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Martha stared at her a moment curiously before she took up her polishing brush and
began to rub the grate again. She was thinking that the small plain face did not
look quite as sour at this moment as it had done the first morning she saw it. It
looked just a trifle like little Susan Ann's when she wanted something very
much.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I'll ask my mother about it," she said. "She's one o' them that nearly always sees
a way to do things. It's my day out to\u8211?day an' I'm goin' home. Eh! I am glad.
Mrs. Medlock thinks a lot o' mother. Perhaps she could talk to
her."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I like your mother," said Mary.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I should think tha' did," agreed Martha, polishing away.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I've never seen her," said Mary.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"No, tha' hasn't," replied Martha.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
She sat up on her heels again and rubbed the end of her nose with the back of her
hand as if puzzled for a moment, but she ended quite
positively.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Well, she's that sensible an' hard workin' an' good\u8211?natured an' clean that
no one could help likin' her whether they'd seen her or not. When I'm goin' home to
her on my day out I just jump for joy when I'm crossin' th'
moor."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I like Dickon," added Mary. "And I've never seen him."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Well," said Martha stoutly, "I've told thee that th' very birds likes him an' th'
rabbits an' wild sheep an' ponies, an' th' foxes themselves. I wonder," staring at
her reflectively, "what Dickon would think of thee?"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"He wouldn't like me," said Mary in her stiff, cold little way. "No one
does."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Martha looked reflective again.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"How does tha' like thysel'?" she inquired, really quite as if she were curious to
know.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Mary hesitated a moment and thought it over.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Not at all\u8212?really," she answered. "But I never thought of that
before."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Martha grinned a little as if at some homely recollection.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar}
{
"Mother said that to me once," she said. "She was at her wash\u8211?tub an' I was
in a bad temper an' talkin' ill of folk, an' she turns round on me an' says: 'Tha'
young vixon, tha'! There tha' stands sayin' tha' doesn't like this one an' tha'
doesn't like that one. How does tha' like thysel'?' It made me laugh an' it brought
me to my senses in a minute."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
She went away in high spirits as soon as she had given Mary her breakfast. She was
going to walk five miles across the moor to the cottage, and she was going to help
her mother with the washing and do the week's baking and enjoy herself
thoroughly.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Mary felt lonelier than ever when she knew she was no longer in the house. She went
out into the garden as quickly as possible, and the first thing she did was to run
round and round the fountain flower garden ten times. She counted the times
carefully and when she had finished she felt in better spirits. The sunshine made
the whole place look different. The high, deep, blue sky arched over Misselthwaite
as well as over the moor, and she kept lifting her face and looking up into it,
trying to imagine what it would be like to lie down on one of the little
snow\u8211?white clouds and float about. She went into the first kitchen\u8211?
garden and found Ben Weatherstaff working there with two other gardeners. The
change in the weather seemed to have done him good. He spoke to her of his own
accord.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Springtime's comin'," he said. "Cannot tha' smell it?"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Mary sniffed and thought she could.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I smell something nice and fresh and damp," she said.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"That's th' good rich earth," he answered, digging away. "It's in a good humor
makin' ready to grow things. It's glad when plantin' time comes. It's dull in th'
winter when it's got nowt to do. In th' flower gardens out there things will be
stirrin' down below in th' dark. Th' sun's warmin' 'em. You'll see bits o' green
spikes stickin' out o' th' black earth after a bit."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"What will they be?" asked Mary.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Crocuses an' snowdrops an' daffydowndillys. Has tha' never seen
them?"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"No. Everything is hot, and wet, and green after the rains in India," said Mary.
"And I think things grow up in a night."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"These won't grow up in a night," said Weatherstaff. "Tha'll have to wait for 'em.
They'll poke up a bit higher here, an' push out a spike more there, an' uncurl a
leaf this day an' another that. You watch 'em."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I am going to," answered Mary.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Very soon she heard the soft rustling flight of wings again and she knew at once
that the robin had come again. He was very pert and lively, and hopped about so
close to her feet, and put his head on one side and looked at her so slyly that she
asked Ben Weatherstaff a question.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Do you think he remembers me?" she said.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Remembers thee!" said Weatherstaff indignantly. "He knows every cabbage stump in
th' gardens, let alone th' people. He's never seen a little wench here before, an'
he's bent on findin' out all about thee. Tha's no need to try to hide anything from
{\i
him}."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Are things stirring down below in the dark in that garden where he lives?" Mary
inquired.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"What garden?" grunted Weatherstaff, becoming surly again.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar}
{
"The one where the old rose\u8211?trees are." She could not help asking, because
she wanted so much to know. "Are all the flowers dead, or do some of them come
again in the summer? Are there ever any roses?"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Ask him," said Ben Weatherstaff, hunching his shoulders toward the robin. "He's
the only one as knows. No one else has seen inside it for ten
year'."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Ten years was a long time, Mary thought. She had been born ten years
ago.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
She walked away, slowly thinking. She had begun to like the garden just as she had
begun to like the robin and Dickon and Martha's mother. She was beginning to like
Martha, too. That seemed a good many people to like\u8212?when you were not used to
liking. She thought of the robin as one of the people. She went to her walk outside
the long, ivy\u8211?covered wall over which she could see the tree\u8211?tops; and
the second time she walked up and down the most interesting and exciting thing
happened to her, and it was all through Ben Weatherstaff's
robin.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
She heard a chirp and a twitter, and when she looked at the bare flower\u8211?bed
at her left side there he was hopping about and pretending to peck things out of
the earth to persuade her that he had not followed her. But she knew he had
followed her and the surprise so filled her with delight that she almost trembled a
little.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"You do remember me!" she cried out. "You do! You are prettier than anything else
in the world!"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
She chirped, and talked, and coaxed and he hopped, and flirted his tail and
twittered. It was as if he were talking. His red waistcoat was like satin and he
puffed his tiny breast out and was so fine and so grand and so pretty that it was
really as if he were showing her how important and like a human person a robin
could be. Mistress Mary forgot that she had ever been contrary in her life when he
allowed her to draw closer and closer to him, and bend down and talk and try to
make something like robin sounds.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Oh! to think that he should actually let her come as near to him as that! He knew
nothing in the world would make her put out her hand toward him or startle him in
the least tiniest way. He knew it because he was a real person\u8212?only nicer
than any other person in the world. She was so happy that she scarcely dared to
breathe.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
The flower\u8211?bed was not quite bare. It was bare of flowers because the
perennial plants had been cut down for their winter rest, but there were tall
shrubs and low ones which grew together at the back of the bed, and as the robin
hopped about under them she saw him hop over a small pile of freshly turned up
earth. He stopped on it to look for a worm. The earth had been turned up because a
dog had been trying to dig up a mole and he had scratched quite a deep
hole.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Mary looked at it, not really knowing why the hole was there, and as she looked she
saw something almost buried in the newly\u8211?turned soil. It was something like a
ring of rusty iron or brass and when the robin flew up into a tree nearby she put
out her hand and picked the ring up. It was more than a ring, however; it was an
old key which looked as if it had been buried a long time.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar}
{
Mistress Mary stood up and looked at it with an almost frightened face as it hung
from her finger.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Perhaps it has been buried for ten years," she said in a whisper. "Perhaps it is
the key to the garden!"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {\page } {\qc
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The Robin Who Showed the
Way\par\pard\plain\hyphpar}\par\pard\plain\hyphpar}\par\pard\plain\hyphpar}
\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
She looked at the key quite a long time. She turned it over and over, and thought
about it. As I have said before, she was not a child who had been trained to ask
permission or consult her elders about things. All she thought about the key was
that if it was the key to the closed garden, and she could find out where the door
was, she could perhaps open it and see what was inside the walls, and what had
happened to the old rose\u8211?trees. It was because it had been shut up so long
that she wanted to see it. It seemed as if it must be different from other places
and that something strange must have happened to it during ten years. Besides that,
if she liked it she could go into it every day and shut the door behind her, and
she could make up some play of her own and play it quite alone, because nobody
would ever know where she was, but would think the door was still locked and the
key buried in the earth. The thought of that pleased her very
much.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Living as it were, all by herself in a house with a hundred mysteriously closed
rooms and having nothing whatever to do to amuse herself, had set her inactive
brain to working and was actually awakening her imagination. There is no doubt that
the fresh, strong, pure air from the moor had a great deal to do with it. Just as
it had given her an appetite, and fighting with the wind had stirred her blood, so
the same things had stirred her mind. In India she had always been too hot and
languid and weak to care much about anything, but in this place she was beginning
to care and to want to do new things. Already she felt less "contrary," though she
did not know why.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
She put the key in her pocket and walked up and down her walk. No one but herself
ever seemed to come there, so she could walk slowly and look at the wall, or,
rather, at the ivy growing on it. The ivy was the baffling thing. Howsoever
carefully she looked she could see nothing but thickly\u8211?growing, glossy, dark
green leaves. She was very much disappointed. Something of her contrariness came
back to her as she paced the walk and looked over it at the tree\u8211?tops inside.
It seemed so silly, she said to herself, to be near it and not be able to get in.
She took the key in her pocket when she went back to the house, and she made up her
mind that she would always carry it with her when she went out, so that if she ever
should find the hidden door she would be ready.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Mrs. Medlock had allowed Martha to sleep all night at the cottage, but she was back
at her work in the morning with cheeks redder than ever and in the best of
spirits.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I got up at four o'clock," she said. "Eh! it was pretty on th' moor with th' birds
gettin' up an' th' rabbits scamperin' about an' th' sun risin'. I didn't walk all
th' way. A man gave me a ride in his cart an' I can tell you I did enjoy
myself."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
She was full of stories of the delights of her day out. Her mother had been glad to
see her and they had got the baking and washing all out of the way. She had even
made each of the children a dough\u8211?cake with a bit of brown sugar in
it.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I had 'em all pipin' hot when they came in from playin' on th' moor. An' th'
cottage all smelt o' nice, clean hot bakin' an' there was a good fire, an' they
just shouted for joy. Our Dickon he said our cottage was good enough for a king to
live in."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
In the evening they had all sat round the fire, and Martha and her mother had sewed
patches on torn clothes and mended stockings and Martha had told them about the
little girl who had come from India and who had been waited on all her life by what
Martha called "blacks" until she didn't know how to put on her own
stockings.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Eh! they did like to hear about you," said Martha. "They wanted to know all about
th' blacks an' about th' ship you came in. I couldn't tell 'em
enough."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Mary reflected a little.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I'll tell you a great deal more before your next day out," she said, "so that you
will have more to talk about. I dare say they would like to hear about riding on
elephants and camels, and about the officers going to hunt
tigers."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"My word!" cried delighted Martha. "It would set 'em clean off their heads. Would
tha' really do that, Miss? It would be same as a wild beast show like we heard they
had in York once."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"India is quite different from Yorkshire," Mary said slowly, as she thought the
matter over. "I never thought of that. Did Dickon and your mother like to hear you
talk about me?"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Why, our Dickon's eyes nearly started out o' his head, they got that round,"
answered Martha. "But mother, she was put out about your seemin' to be all by
yourself like. She said, 'Hasn't Mr. Craven got no governess for her, nor no
nurse?' and I said, 'No, he hasn't, though Mrs. Medlock says he will when he thinks
of it, but she says he mayn't think of it for two or three
years.'"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I don't want a governess," said Mary sharply.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"But mother says you ought to be learnin' your book by this time an' you ought to
have a woman to look after you, an' she says: 'Now, Martha, you just think how
you'd feel yourself, in a big place like that, wanderin' about all alone, an' no
mother. You do your best to cheer her up,' she says, an' I said I
would."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Mary gave her a long, steady look.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"You do cheer me up," she said. "I like to hear you talk."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar}
{
Presently Martha went out of the room and came back with something held in her
hands under her apron.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"What does tha' think," she said, with a cheerful grin. "I've brought thee a
present."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"A present!" exclaimed Mistress Mary. How could a cottage full of fourteen hungry
people give any one a present!\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"A man was drivin' across the moor peddlin'," Martha explained. "An' he stopped his
cart at our door. He had pots an' pans an' odds an' ends, but mother had no money
to buy anythin'. Just as he was goin' away our 'Lizabeth Ellen called out, 'Mother,
he's got skippin'\u8211?ropes with red an' blue handles.' An' mother she calls out
quite sudden, 'Here, stop, mister! How much are they?' An' he says 'Tuppence,' an'
mother she began fumblin' in her pocket an' she says to me, 'Martha, tha's brought
me thy wages like a good lass, an' I've got four places to put every penny, but I'm
just goin' to take tuppence out of it to buy that child a skippin'\u8211?rope,' an'
she bought one an' here it is."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
She brought it out from under her apron and exhibited it quite proudly. It was a
strong, slender rope with a striped red and blue handle at each end, but Mary
Lennox had never seen a skipping\u8211?rope before. She gazed at it with a
mystified expression.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"What is it for?" she asked curiously.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"For!" cried out Martha. "Does tha' mean that they've not got skippin'\u8211?ropes
in India, for all they've got elephants and tigers and camels! No wonder most of
'em's black. This is what it's for; just watch me."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
And she ran into the middle of the room and, taking a handle in each hand, began to
skip, and skip, and skip, while Mary turned in her chair to stare at her, and the
queer faces in the old portraits seemed to stare at her, too, and wonder what on
earth this common little cottager had the impudence to be doing under their very
noses. But Martha did not even see them. The interest and curiosity in Mistress
Mary's face delighted her, and she went on skipping and counted as she skipped
until she had reached a hundred.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I could skip longer than that," she said when she stopped. "I've skipped as much
as five hundred when I was twelve, but I wasn't as fat then as I am now, an' I was
in practice."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Mary got up from her chair beginning to feel excited
herself.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"It looks nice," she said. "Your mother is a kind woman. Do you think I could ever
skip like that?"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"You just try it," urged Martha, handing her the skipping\u8211?rope. "You can't
skip a hundred at first, but if you practise you'll mount up. That's what mother
said. She says, 'Nothin' will do her more good than skippin' rope. It's th'
sensiblest toy a child can have. Let her play out in th' fresh air skippin' an'
it'll stretch her legs an' arms an' give her some strength in
'em.'"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
It was plain that there was not a great deal of strength in Mistress Mary's arms
and legs when she first began to skip. She was not very clever at it, but she liked
it so much that she did not want to stop.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Put on tha' things and run an' skip out o' doors," said Martha. "Mother said I
must tell you to keep out o' doors as much as you could, even when it rains a bit,
so as tha' wrap up warm."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Mary put on her coat and hat and took her skipping\u8211?rope over her arm. She
opened the door to go out, and then suddenly thought of something and turned back
rather slowly.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Martha," she said, "they were your wages. It was your twopence really. Thank you."
She said it stiffly because she was not used to thanking people or noticing that
they did things for her. "Thank you," she said, and held out her hand because she
did not know what else to do.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Martha gave her hand a clumsy little shake, as if she was not accustomed to this
sort of thing either. Then she laughed.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Eh! tha' art a queer, old\u8211?womanish thing," she said. "If tha'd been our
'Lizabeth Ellen tha'd have give me a kiss."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Mary looked stiffer than ever.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Do you want me to kiss you?"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Martha laughed again.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Nay, not me," she answered. "If tha' was different, p'raps tha'd want to thysel'.
But tha' isn't. Run off outside an' play with thy rope."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Mistress Mary felt a little awkward as she went out of the room. Yorkshire people
seemed strange, and Martha was always rather a puzzle to her. At first she had
disliked her very much, but now she did not.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
The skipping\u8211?rope was a wonderful thing. She counted and skipped, and skipped
and counted, until her cheeks were quite red, and she was more interested than she
had ever been since she was born. The sun was shining and a little wind was
blowing\u8212?not a rough wind, but one which came in delightful little gusts and
brought a fresh scent of newly turned earth with it. She skipped round the fountain
garden, and up one walk and down another. She skipped at last into the
kitchen\u8211?garden and saw Ben Weatherstaff digging and talking to his robin,
which was hopping about him. She skipped down the walk toward him and he lifted his
head and looked at her with a curious expression. She had wondered if he would
notice her. She really wanted him to see her skip.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Well!" he exclaimed. "Upon my word! P'raps tha' art a young 'un, after all, an'
p'raps tha's got child's blood in thy veins instead of sour buttermilk. Tha's
skipped red into thy cheeks as sure as my name's Ben Weatherstaff. I wouldn't have
believed tha' could do it."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I never skipped before," Mary said. "I'm just beginning. I can only go up to
twenty."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Tha' keep on," said Ben. "Tha' shapes well enough at it for a young 'un that's
lived with heathen. Just see how he's watchin' thee," jerking his head toward the
robin. "He followed after thee yesterday. He'll be at it again to\u8211?day. He'll
be bound to find out what th' skippin'\u8211?rope is. He's never seen one. Eh!"
shaking his head at the bird, "tha' curosity will be th' death of thee sometime if
tha' doesn't look sharp."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Mary skipped round all the gardens and round the orchard, resting every few
minutes. At length she went to her own special walk and made up her mind to try if
she could skip the whole length of it. It was a good long skip and she began
slowly, but before she had gone half\u8211?way down the path she was so hot and
breathless that she was obliged to stop. She did not mind much, because she had
already counted up to thirty. She stopped with a little laugh of pleasure, and
there, lo and behold, was the robin swaying on a long branch of ivy. He had
followed her and he greeted her with a chirp. As Mary had skipped toward him she
felt something heavy in her pocket strike against her at each jump, and when she
saw the robin she laughed again.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"You showed me where the key was yesterday," she said. "You ought to show me the
door to\u8211?day; but I don't believe you know!"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
The robin flew from his swinging spray of ivy on to the top of the wall and he
opened his beak and sang a loud, lovely trill, merely to show off. Nothing in the
world is quite as adorably lovely as a robin when he shows off\u8212?and they are
nearly always doing it.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Mary Lennox had heard a great deal about Magic in her Ayah's stories, and she
always said that what happened almost at that moment was
Magic.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
One of the nice little gusts of wind rushed down the walk, and it was a stronger
one than the rest. It was strong enough to wave the branches of the trees, and it
was more than strong enough to sway the trailing sprays of untrimmed ivy hanging
from the wall. Mary had stepped close to the robin, and suddenly the gust of wind
swung aside some loose ivy trails, and more suddenly still she jumped toward it and
caught it in her hand. This she did because she had seen something under it\u8212?a
round knob which had been covered by the leaves hanging over it. It was the knob of
a door.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
She put her hands under the leaves and began to pull and push them aside. Thick as
the ivy hung, it nearly all was a loose and swinging curtain, though some had crept
over wood and iron. Mary's heart began to thump and her hands to shake a little in
her delight and excitement. The robin kept singing and twittering away and tilting
his head on one side, as if he were as excited as she was. What was this under her
hands which was square and made of iron and which her fingers found a hole
in?\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
It was the lock of the door which had been closed ten years and she put her hand in
her pocket, drew out the key and found it fitted the keyhole. She put the key in
and turned it. It took two hands to do it, but it did turn.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar}
{
And then she took a long breath and looked behind her up the long walk to see if
any one was coming. No one was coming. No one ever did come, it seemed, and she
took another long breath, because she could not help it, and she held back the
swinging curtain of ivy and pushed back the door which opened slowly\u8212?
slowly.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Then she slipped through it, and shut it behind her, and stood with her back
against it, looking about her and breathing quite fast with excitement, and wonder,
and delight.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
She was standing {\i
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The Strangest House Any One Ever Lived
In\par\pard\plain\hyphpar}\par\pard\plain\hyphpar}\par\pard\plain\hyphpar}
\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
It was the sweetest, most mysterious\u8211?looking place any one could imagine. The
high walls which shut it in were covered with the leafless stems of climbing roses
which were so thick that they were matted together. Mary Lennox knew they were
roses because she had seen a great many roses in India. All the ground was covered
with grass of a wintry brown and out of it grew clumps of bushes which were surely
rose\u8211?bushes if they were alive. There were numbers of standard roses which
had so spread their branches that they were like little trees. There were other
trees in the garden, and one of the things which made the place look strangest and
loveliest was that climbing roses had run all over them and swung down long
tendrils which made light swaying curtains, and here and there they had caught at
each other or at a far\u8211?reaching branch and had crept from one tree to another
and made lovely bridges of themselves. There were neither leaves nor roses on them
now and Mary did not know whether they were dead or alive, but their thin gray or
brown branches and sprays looked like a sort of hazy mantle spreading over
everything, walls, and trees, and even brown grass, where they had fallen from
their fastenings and run along the ground. It was this hazy tangle from tree to
tree which made it all look so mysterious. Mary had thought it must be different
from other gardens which had not been left all by themselves so long; and indeed it
was different from any other place she had ever seen in her
life.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"How still it is!" she whispered. "How still!"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Then she waited a moment and listened at the stillness. The robin, who had flown to
his tree\u8211?top, was still as all the rest. He did not even flutter his wings;
he sat without stirring, and looked at Mary.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"No wonder it is still," she whispered again. "I am the first person who has spoken
in here for ten years."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
She moved away from the door, stepping as softly as if she were afraid of awakening
some one. She was glad that there was grass under her feet and that her steps made
no sounds. She walked under one of the fairy\u8211?like gray arches between the
trees and looked up at the sprays and tendrils which formed
them.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I wonder if they are all quite dead," she said. "Is it all a quite dead garden? I
wish it wasn't."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
If she had been Ben Weatherstaff she could have told whether the wood was alive by
looking at it, but she could only see that there were only gray or brown sprays and
branches and none showed any signs of even a tiny leaf\u8211?bud
anywhere.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
But she was {\i
inside} the wonderful garden and she could come through the door under the ivy any
time and she felt as if she had found a world all her own.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar}
{
The sun was shining inside the four walls and the high arch of blue sky over this
particular piece of Misselthwaite seemed even more brilliant and soft than it was
over the moor. The robin flew down from his tree\u8211?top and hopped about or flew
after her from one bush to another. He chirped a good deal and had a very busy air,
as if he were showing her things. Everything was strange and silent and she seemed
to be hundreds of miles away from any one, but somehow she did not feel lonely at
all. All that troubled her was her wish that she knew whether all the roses were
dead, or if perhaps some of them had lived and might put out leaves and buds as the
weather got warmer. She did not want it to be a quite dead garden. If it were a
quite alive garden, how wonderful it would be, and what thousands of roses would
grow on every side!\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Her skipping\u8211?rope had hung over her arm when she came in and after she had
walked about for a while she thought she would skip round the whole garden,
stopping when she wanted to look at things. There seemed to have been grass paths
here and there, and in one or two corners there were alcoves of evergreen with
stone seats or tall moss\u8211?covered flower urns in them.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar}
{
As she came near the second of these alcoves she stopped skipping. There had once
been a flower\u8211?bed in it, and she thought she saw something sticking out of
the black earth\u8212?some sharp little pale green points. She remembered what Ben
Weatherstaff had said and she knelt down to look at them.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Yes, they are tiny growing things and they {\i
might} be crocuses or snowdrops or daffodils," she
whispered.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
She bent very close to them and sniffed the fresh scent of the damp earth. She
liked it very much.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Perhaps there are some other ones coming up in other places," she said. "I will go
all over the garden and look."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
She did not skip, but walked. She went slowly and kept her eyes on the ground. She
looked in the old border beds and among the grass, and after she had gone round,
trying to miss nothing, she had found ever so many more sharp, pale green points,
and she had become quite excited again.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"It isn't a quite dead garden," she cried out softly to herself. "Even if the roses
are dead, there are other things alive."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
She did not know anything about gardening, but the grass seemed so thick in some of
the places where the green points were pushing their way through that she thought
they did not seem to have room enough to grow. She searched about until she found a
rather sharp piece of wood and knelt down and dug and weeded out the weeds and
grass until she made nice little clear places around them.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar}
{
"Now they look as if they could breathe," she said, after she had finished with the
first ones. "I am going to do ever so many more. I'll do all I can see. If I
haven't time to\u8211?day I can come to\u8211?morrow."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
She went from place to place, and dug and weeded, and enjoyed herself so immensely
that she was led on from bed to bed and into the grass under the trees. The
exercise made her so warm that she first threw her coat off, and then her hat, and
without knowing it she was smiling down on to the grass and the pale green points
all the time.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
The robin was tremendously busy. He was very much pleased to see gardening begun on
his own estate. He had often wondered at Ben Weatherstaff. Where gardening is done
all sorts of delightful things to eat are turned up with the soil. Now here was
this new kind of creature who was not half Ben's size and yet had had the sense to
come into his garden and begin at once.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Mistress Mary worked in her garden until it was time to go to her midday dinner. In
fact, she was rather late in remembering, and when she put on her coat and hat, and
picked up her skipping\u8211?rope, she could not believe that she had been working
two or three hours. She had been actually happy all the time; and dozens and dozens
of the tiny, pale green points were to be seen in cleared places, looking twice as
cheerful as they had looked before when the grass and weeds had been smothering
them.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I shall come back this afternoon," she said, looking all round at her new kingdom,
and speaking to the trees and the rose\u8211?bushes as if they heard
her.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Then she ran lightly across the grass, pushed open the slow old door and slipped
through it under the ivy. She had such red cheeks and such bright eyes and ate such
a dinner that Martha was delighted.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Two pieces o' meat an' two helps o' rice puddin'!" she said. "Eh! mother will be
pleased when I tell her what th' skippin'\u8211?rope's done for
thee."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
In the course of her digging with her pointed stick Mistress Mary had found herself
digging up a sort of white root rather like an onion. She had put it back in its
place and patted the earth carefully down on it and just now she wondered if Martha
could tell her what it was.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Martha," she said, "what are those white roots that look like
onions?"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"They're bulbs," answered Martha. "Lots o' spring flowers grow from 'em. Th' very
little ones are snowdrops an' crocuses an' th' big ones are narcissusis an'
jonquils an' daffydowndillys. Th' biggest of all is lilies an' purple flags. Eh!
they are nice. Dickon's got a whole lot of 'em planted in our bit o'
garden."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Does Dickon know all about them?" asked Mary, a new idea taking possession of
her.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Our Dickon can make a flower grow out of a brick walk. Mother says he just
whispers things out o' th' ground."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Do bulbs live a long time? Would they live years and years if no one helped them?"
inquired Mary anxiously.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"They're things as helps themselves," said Martha. "That's why poor folk can afford
to have 'em. If you don't trouble 'em, most of 'em'll work away underground for a
lifetime an' spread out an' have little 'uns. There's a place in th' park woods
here where there's snowdrops by thousands. They're the prettiest sight in Yorkshire
when th' spring comes. No one knows when they was first
planted."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I wish the spring was here now," said Mary. "I want to see all the things that
grow in England."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
She had finished her dinner and gone to her favorite seat on the hearth\u8211?
rug.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I wish\u8212?I wish I had a little spade," she said.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Whatever does tha' want a spade for?" asked Martha, laughing. "Art tha' goin' to
take to diggin'? I must tell mother that, too."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Mary looked at the fire and pondered a little. She must be careful if she meant to
keep her secret kingdom. She wasn't doing any harm, but if Mr. Craven found out
about the open door he would be fearfully angry and get a new key and lock it up
forevermore. She really could not bear that.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"This is such a big lonely place," she said slowly, as if she were turning matters
over in her mind. "The house is lonely, and the park is lonely, and the gardens are
lonely. So many places seem shut up. I never did many things in India, but there
were more people to look at\u8212?natives and soldiers marching by\u8212?and
sometimes bands playing, and my Ayah told me stories. There is no one to talk to
here except you and Ben Weatherstaff. And you have to do your work and Ben
Weatherstaff won't speak to me often. I thought if I had a little spade I could dig
somewhere as he does, and I might make a little garden if he would give me some
seeds."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Martha's face quite lighted up.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"There now!" she exclaimed, "if that wasn't one of th' things mother said. She
says, 'There's such a lot o' room in that big place, why don't they give her a bit
for herself, even if she doesn't plant nothin' but parsley an' radishes? She'd dig
an' rake away an' be right down happy over it.' Them was the very words she
said."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Were they?" said Mary. "How many things she knows, doesn't
she?"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Eh!" said Martha. "It's like she says: 'A woman as brings up twelve children
learns something besides her A B C. Children's as good as 'rithmetic to set you
findin' out things.'"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"How much would a spade cost\u8212?a little one?" Mary
asked.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Well," was Martha's reflective answer, "at Thwaite village there's a shop or so
an' I saw little garden sets with a spade an' a rake an' a fork all tied together
for two shillings. An' they was stout enough to work with,
too."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I've got more than that in my purse," said Mary. "Mrs. Morrison gave me five
shillings and Mrs. Medlock gave me some money from Mr.
Craven."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Did he remember thee that much?" exclaimed Martha.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Mrs. Medlock said I was to have a shilling a week to spend. She gives me one every
Saturday. I didn't know what to spend it on."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"My word! that's riches," said Martha. "Tha' can buy anything in th' world tha'
wants. Th' rent of our cottage is only one an' threepence an' it's like pullin'
eye\u8211?teeth to get it. Now I've just thought of somethin'," putting her hands
on her hips.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"What?" said Mary eagerly.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"In the shop at Thwaite they sell packages o' flower\u8211?seeds for a penny each,
and our Dickon he knows which is th' prettiest ones an' how to make 'em grow. He
walks over to Thwaite many a day just for th' fun of it. Does tha' know how to
print letters?" suddenly.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I know how to write," Mary answered.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Martha shook her head.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Our Dickon can only read printin'. If tha' could print we could write a letter to
him an' ask him to go an' buy th' garden tools an' th' seeds at th' same
time."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Oh! you're a good girl!" Mary cried. "You are, really! I didn't know you were so
nice. I know I can print letters if I try. Let's ask Mrs. Medlock for a pen and ink
and some paper."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I've got some of my own," said Martha. "I bought 'em so I could print a bit of a
letter to mother of a Sunday. I'll go and get it."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
She ran out of the room, and Mary stood by the fire and twisted her thin little
hands together with sheer pleasure.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"If I have a spade," she whispered, "I can make the earth nice and soft and dig up
weeds. If I have seeds and can make flowers grow the garden won't be dead at
all\u8212?it will come alive."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
She did not go out again that afternoon because when Martha returned with her pen
and ink and paper she was obliged to clear the table and carry the plates and
dishes down\u8211?stairs and when she got into the kitchen Mrs. Medlock was there
and told her to do something, so Mary waited for what seemed to her a long time
before she came back. Then it was a serious piece of work to write to Dickon. Mary
had been taught very little because her governesses had disliked her too much to
stay with her. She could not spell particularly well but she found that she could
print letters when she tried. This was the letter Martha dictated to
her:\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"{\i
My Dear Dickon:}\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
This comes hoping to find you well as it leaves me at present. Miss Mary has plenty
of money and will you go to Thwaite and buy her some flower seeds and a set of
garden tools to make a flower\u8211?bed. Pick the prettiest ones and easy to grow
because she has never done it before and lived in India which is different. Give my
love to mother and every one of you. Miss Mary is going to tell me a lot more so
that on my next day out you can hear about elephants and camels and gentlemen going
hunting lions and tigers.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} "Your loving sister,"MARTHA
PHOEBE SOWERBY." {
"We'll put the money in th' envelope an' I'll get th' butcher's boy to take it in
his cart. He's a great friend o' Dickon's," said Martha.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"How shall I get the things when Dickon buys them?" asked
Mary.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"He'll bring 'em to you himself. He'll like to walk over this
way."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Oh!" exclaimed Mary, "then I shall see him! I never thought I should see
Dickon."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Does tha' want to see him?" asked Martha suddenly, she had looked so
pleased.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Yes, I do. I never saw a boy foxes and crows loved. I want to see him very
much."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Martha gave a little start, as if she suddenly remembered
something.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Now to think," she broke out, "to think o' me forgettin' that there; an' I thought
I was goin' to tell you first thing this mornin'. I asked mother\u8212?and she said
she'd ask Mrs. Medlock her own self."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Do you mean\u8212?" Mary began.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"What I said Tuesday. Ask her if you might be driven over to our cottage some day
and have a bit o' mother's hot oat cake, an' butter, an' a glass o'
milk."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
It seemed as if all the interesting things were happening in one day. To think of
going over the moor in the daylight and when the sky was blue! To think of going
into the cottage which held twelve children!\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Does she think Mrs. Medlock would let me go?" she asked, quite
anxiously.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Aye, she thinks she would. She knows what a tidy woman mother is and how clean she
keeps the cottage."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"If I went I should see your mother as well as Dickon," said Mary, thinking it over
and liking the idea very much. "She doesn't seem to be like the mothers in
India."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Her work in the garden and the excitement of the afternoon ended by making her feel
quiet and thoughtful. Martha stayed with her until tea\u8211?time, but they sat in
comfortable quiet and talked very little. But just before Martha went down\u8211?
stairs for the tea\u8211?tray, Mary asked a question.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Martha," she said, "has the scullery\u8211?maid had the toothache again to\u8211?
day?"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Martha certainly started slightly.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"What makes thee ask that?" she said.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Because when I waited so long for you to come back I opened the door and walked
down the corridor to see if you were coming. And I heard that far\u8211?off crying
again, just as we heard it the other night. There isn't a wind to\u8211?day, so you
see it couldn't have been the wind."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Eh!" said Martha restlessly. "Tha' mustn't go walkin' about in corridors an'
listenin'. Mr. Craven would be that there angry there's no knowin' what he'd
do."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I wasn't listening," said Mary. "I was just waiting for you\u8212?and I heard it.
That's three times."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"My word! There's Mrs. Medlock's bell," said Martha, and she almost ran out of the
room.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"It's the strangest house any one ever lived in," said Mary drowsily, as she
dropped her head on the cushioned seat of the armchair near her. Fresh air, and
digging, and skipping\u8211?rope had made her feel so comfortably tired that she
fell asleep.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {\page } {\qc
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Chapter X\par\pard\plain\hyphpar}\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {\s3 \afs28
{\b
{\i
Dickon\par\pard\plain\hyphpar}\par\pard\plain\hyphpar}\par\pard\plain\hyphpar}
\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
The sun shone down for nearly a week on the secret garden. The Secret Garden was
what Mary called it when she was thinking of it. She liked the name, and she liked
still more the feeling that when its beautiful old walls shut her in no one knew
where she was. It seemed almost like being shut out of the world in some fairy
place. The few books she had read and liked had been fairy\u8211?story books, and
she had read of secret gardens in some of the stories. Sometimes people went to
sleep in them for a hundred years, which she had thought must be rather stupid. She
had no intention of going to sleep, and, in fact, she was becoming wider awake
every day which passed at Misselthwaite. She was beginning to like to be out of
doors; she no longer hated the wind, but enjoyed it. She could run faster, and
longer, and she could skip up to a hundred. The bulbs in the secret garden must
have been much astonished. Such nice clear places were made round them that they
had all the breathing space they wanted, and really, if Mistress Mary had known it,
they began to cheer up under the dark earth and work tremendously. The sun could
get at them and warm them, and when the rain came down it could reach them at once,
so they began to feel very much alive.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Mary was an odd, determined little person, and now she had something interesting to
be determined about, she was very much absorbed, indeed. She worked and dug and
pulled up weeds steadily, only becoming more pleased with her work every hour
instead of tiring of it. It seemed to her like a fascinating sort of play. She
found many more of the sprouting pale green points than she had ever hoped to find.
They seemed to be starting up everywhere and each day she was sure she found tiny
new ones, some so tiny that they barely peeped above the earth. There were so many
that she remembered what Martha had said about the "snowdrops by the thousands,"
and about bulbs spreading and making new ones. These had been left to themselves
for ten years and perhaps they had spread, like the snowdrops, into thousands. She
wondered how long it would be before they showed that they were flowers. Sometimes
she stopped digging to look at the garden and try to imagine what it would be like
when it was covered with thousands of lovely things in
bloom.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
During that week of sunshine, she became more intimate with Ben Weatherstaff. She
surprised him several times by seeming to start up beside him as if she sprang out
of the earth. The truth was that she was afraid that he would pick up his tools and
go away if he saw her coming, so she always walked toward him as silently as
possible. But, in fact, he did not object to her as strongly as he had at first.
Perhaps he was secretly rather flattered by her evident desire for his elderly
company. Then, also, she was more civil than she had been. He did not know that
when she first saw him she spoke to him as she would have spoken to a native, and
had not known that a cross, sturdy old Yorkshire man was not accustomed to salaam
to his masters, and be merely commanded by them to do
things.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Tha'rt like th' robin," he said to her one morning when he lifted his head and saw
her standing by him. "I never knows when I shall see thee or which side tha'll come
from."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"He's friends with me now," said Mary.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"That's like him," snapped Ben Weatherstaff. "Makin' up to th' women folk just for
vanity an' flightiness. There's nothin' he wouldn't do for th' sake o' showin' off
an' flirtin' his tail\u8211?feathers. He's as full o' pride as an egg's full o'
meat."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
He very seldom talked much and sometimes did not even answer Mary's questions
except by a grunt, but this morning he said more than usual. He stood up and rested
one hobnailed boot on the top of his spade while he looked her
over.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"How long has tha' been here?" he jerked out.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I think it's about a month," she answered.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Tha's beginnin' to do Misselthwaite credit," he said. "Tha's a bit fatter than
tha' was an' tha's not quite so yeller. Tha' looked like a young plucked crow when
tha' first came into this garden. Thinks I to myself I never set eyes on an uglier,
sourer faced young 'un."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Mary was not vain and as she had never thought much of her looks she was not
greatly disturbed.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I know I'm fatter," she said. "My stockings are getting tighter. They used to make
wrinkles. There's the robin, Ben Weatherstaff."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
There, indeed, was the robin, and she thought he looked nicer than ever. His red
waistcoat was as glossy as satin and he flirted his wings and tail and tilted his
head and hopped about with all sorts of lively graces. He seemed determined to make
Ben Weatherstaff admire him. But Ben was sarcastic.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Aye, there tha' art!" he said. "Tha' can put up with me for a bit sometimes when
tha's got no one better. Tha's been reddinin' up thy waistcoat an' polishin' thy
feathers this two weeks. I know what tha's up to. Tha's courtin' some bold young
madam somewhere, tellin' thy lies to her about bein' th' finest cock robin on
Missel Moor an' ready to fight all th' rest of 'em."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Oh! look at him!" exclaimed Mary.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
The robin was evidently in a fascinating, bold mood. He hopped closer and closer
and looked at Ben Weatherstaff more and more engagingly. He flew on to the nearest
currant bush and tilted his head and sang a little song right at
him.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Tha' thinks tha'll get over me by doin' that," said Ben, wrinkling his face up in
such a way that Mary felt sure he was trying not to look pleased. "Tha' thinks no
one can stand out against thee\u8212?that's what tha'
thinks."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
The robin spread his wings\u8212?Mary could scarcely believe her eyes. He flew
right up to the handle of Ben Weatherstaff's spade and alighted on the top of it.
Then the old man's face wrinkled itself slowly into a new expression. He stood
still as if he were afraid to breathe\u8212?as if he would not have stirred for the
world, lest his robin should start away. He spoke quite in a
whisper.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Well, I'm danged!" he said as softly as if he were saying something quite
different. "Tha' does know how to get at a chap\u8212?tha' does! Tha's fair
unearthly, tha's so knowin'."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
And he stood without stirring\u8212?almost without drawing his breath\u8212?until
the robin gave another flirt to his wings and flew away. Then he stood looking at
the handle of the spade as if there might be Magic in it, and then he began to dig
again and said nothing for several minutes.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
But because he kept breaking into a slow grin now and then, Mary was not afraid to
talk to him.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Have you a garden of your own?" she asked.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"No. I'm bachelder an' lodge with Martin at th' gate."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"If you had one," said Mary, "what would you plant?"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Cabbages an' 'taters an' onions."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"But if you wanted to make a flower garden," persisted Mary, "what would you
plant?"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Bulbs an' sweet\u8211?smellin' things\u8212?but mostly
roses."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Mary's face lighted up.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Do you like roses?" she said.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Ben Weatherstaff rooted up a weed and threw it aside before he
answered.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Well, yes, I do. I was learned that by a young lady I was gardener to. She had a
lot in a place she was fond of, an' she loved 'em like they was children\u8212?or
robins. I've seen her bend over an' kiss 'em." He dragged out another weed and
scowled at it. "That were as much as ten year' ago."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Where is she now?" asked Mary, much interested.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Heaven," he answered, and drove his spade deep into the soil, "'cording to what
parson says."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"What happened to the roses?" Mary asked again, more interested than
ever.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"They was left to themselves."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Mary was becoming quite excited.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Did they quite die? Do roses quite die when they are left to themselves?" she
ventured.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Well, I'd got to like 'em\u8212?an' I liked her\u8212?an' she liked 'em," Ben
Weatherstaff admitted reluctantly. "Once or twice a year I'd go an' work at 'em a
bit\u8212?prune 'em an' dig about th' roots. They run wild, but they was in rich
soil, so some of 'em lived."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"When they have no leaves and look gray and brown and dry, how can you tell whether
they are dead or alive?" inquired Mary.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Wait till th' spring gets at 'em\u8212?wait till th' sun shines on th' rain an'
th' rain falls on th' sunshine an' then tha'll find out."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"How\u8212?how?" cried Mary, forgetting to be careful.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Look along th' twigs an' branches an' if tha' sees a bit of a brown lump swelling
here an' there, watch it after th' warm rain an' see what happens." He stopped
suddenly and looked curiously at her eager face. "Why does tha' care so much about
roses an' such, all of a sudden?" he demanded.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Mistress Mary felt her face grow red. She was almost afraid to
answer.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I\u8212?I want to play that\u8212?that I have a garden of my own," she stammered.
"I\u8212?there is nothing for me to do. I have nothing\u8212?and no
one."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Well," said Ben Weatherstaff slowly, as he watched her, "that's true. Tha'
hasn't."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
He said it in such an odd way that Mary wondered if he was actually a little sorry
for her. She had never felt sorry for herself; she had only felt tired and cross,
because she disliked people and things so much. But now the world seemed to be
changing and getting nicer. If no one found out about the secret garden, she should
enjoy herself always.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
She stayed with him for ten or fifteen minutes longer and asked him as many
questions as she dared. He answered every one of them in his queer grunting way and
he did not seem really cross and did not pick up his spade and leave her. He said
something about roses just as she was going away and it reminded her of the ones he
had said he had been fond of.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Do you go and see those other roses now?" she asked.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Not been this year. My rheumatics has made me too stiff in th'
joints."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
He said it in his grumbling voice, and then quite suddenly he seemed to get angry
with her, though she did not see why he should.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Now look here!" he said sharply. "Don't tha' ask so many questions. Tha'rt th'
worst wench for askin' questions I've ever come across. Get thee gone an' play
thee. I've done talkin' for to\u8211?day."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
And he said it so crossly that she knew there was not the least use in staying
another minute. She went skipping slowly down the outside walk, thinking him over
and saying to herself that, queer as it was, here was another person whom she liked
in spite of his crossness. She liked old Ben Weatherstaff. Yes, she did like him.
She always wanted to try to make him talk to her. Also she began to believe that he
knew everything in the world about flowers.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
There was a laurel\u8211?hedged walk which curved round the secret garden and ended
at a gate which opened into a wood, in the park. She thought she would skip round
this walk and look into the wood and see if there were any rabbits hopping about.
She enjoyed the skipping very much and when she reached the little gate she opened
it and went through because she heard a low, peculiar whistling sound and wanted to
find out what it was.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
It was a very strange thing indeed. She quite caught her breath as she stopped to
look at it. A boy was sitting under a tree, with his back against it, playing on a
rough wooden pipe. He was a funny looking boy about twelve. He looked very clean
and his nose turned up and his cheeks were as red as poppies and never had Mistress
Mary seen such round and such blue eyes in any boy's face. And on the trunk of the
tree he leaned against, a brown squirrel was clinging and watching him, and from
behind a bush nearby a cock pheasant was delicately stretching his neck to peep
out, and quite near him were two rabbits sitting up and sniffing with tremulous
noses\u8212?and actually it appeared as if they were all drawing near to watch him
and listen to the strange low little call his pipe seemed to
make.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
When he saw Mary he held up his hand and spoke to her in a voice almost as low as
and rather like his piping.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Don't tha' move," he said. "It'd flight 'em."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Mary remained motionless. He stopped playing his pipe and began to rise from the
ground. He moved so slowly that it scarcely seemed as though he were moving at all,
but at last he stood on his feet and then the squirrel scampered back up into the
branches of his tree, the pheasant withdrew his head and the rabbits dropped on all
fours and began to hop away, though not at all as if they were
frightened.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I'm Dickon," the boy said. "I know tha'rt Miss Mary."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Then Mary realized that somehow she had known at first that he was Dickon. Who else
could have been charming rabbits and pheasants as the natives charm snakes in
India? He had a wide, red, curving mouth and his smile spread all over his
face.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I got up slow," he explained, "because if tha' makes a quick move it startles 'em.
A body 'as to move gentle an' speak low when wild things is
about."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
He did not speak to her as if they had never seen each other before but as if he
knew her quite well. Mary knew nothing about boys and she spoke to him a little
stiffly because she felt rather shy.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Did you get Martha's letter?" she asked.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
He nodded his curly, rust\u8211?colored head.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"That's why I come."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
He stooped to pick up something which had been lying on the ground beside him when
he piped.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I've got th' garden tools. There's a little spade an' rake an' a fork an' hoe. Eh!
they are good 'uns. There's a trowel, too. An' th' woman in th' shop threw in a
packet o' white poppy an' one o' blue larkspur when I bought th' other
seeds."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Will you show the seeds to me?" Mary said.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
She wished she could talk as he did. His speech was so quick and easy. It sounded
as if he liked her and was not the least afraid she would not like him, though he
was only a common moor boy, in patched clothes and with a funny face and a rough,
rusty\u8211?red head. As she came closer to him she noticed that there was a clean
fresh scent of heather and grass and leaves about him, almost as if he were made of
them. She liked it very much and when she looked into his funny face with the red
cheeks and round blue eyes she forgot that she had felt
shy.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Let us sit down on this log and look at them," she said.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
They sat down and he took a clumsy little brown paper package out of his coat
pocket. He untied the string and inside there were ever so many neater and smaller
packages with a picture of a flower on each one.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"There's a lot o' mignonette an' poppies," he said. "Mignonette's th' sweetest
smellin' thing as grows, an' it'll grow wherever you cast it, same as poppies will.
Them as'll come up an' bloom if you just whistle to 'em, them's th' nicest of
all."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
He stopped and turned his head quickly, his poppy\u8211?cheeked face lighting
up.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Where's that robin as is callin' us?" he said.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
The chirp came from a thick holly bush, bright with scarlet berries, and Mary
thought she knew whose it was.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Is it really calling us?" she asked.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Aye," said Dickon, as if it was the most natural thing in the world, "he's callin'
some one he's friends with. That's same as sayin' 'Here I am. Look at me. I wants a
bit of a chat.' There he is in the bush. Whose is he?"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"He's Ben Weatherstaff's, but I think he knows me a little," answered
Mary.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Aye, he knows thee," said Dickon in his low voice again. "An' he likes thee. He's
took thee on. He'll tell me all about thee in a minute."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
He moved quite close to the bush with the slow movement Mary had noticed before,
and then he made a sound almost like the robin's own twitter. The robin listened a
few seconds, intently, and then answered quite as if he were replying to a
question.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Aye, he's a friend o' yours," chuckled Dickon.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Do you think he is?" cried Mary eagerly. She did so want to know. "Do you think he
really likes me?"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"He wouldn't come near thee if he didn't," answered Dickon. "Birds is rare choosers
an' a robin can flout a body worse than a man. See, he's making up to thee now.
'Cannot tha' see a chap?' he's sayin'."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
And it really seemed as if it must be true. He so sidled and twittered and tilted
as he hopped on his bush.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Do you understand everything birds say?" said Mary.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Dickon's grin spread until he seemed all wide, red, curving mouth, and he rubbed
his rough head.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I think I do, and they think I do," he said. "I've lived on th' moor with 'em so
long. I've watched 'em break shell an' come out an' fledge an' learn to fly an'
begin to sing, till I think I'm one of 'em. Sometimes I think p'raps I'm a bird, or
a fox, or a rabbit, or a squirrel, or even a beetle, an' I don't know
it."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
He laughed and came back to the log and began to talk about the flower seeds again.
He told her what they looked like when they were flowers; he told her how to plant
them, and watch them, and feed and water them.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"See here," he said suddenly, turning round to look at her. "I'll plant them for
thee myself. Where is tha' garden?"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Mary's thin hands clutched each other as they lay on her lap. She did not know what
to say, so for a whole minute she said nothing. She had never thought of this. She
felt miserable. And she felt as if she went red and then
pale.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Tha's got a bit o' garden, hasn't tha'?" Dickon said.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
It was true that she had turned red and then pale. Dickon saw her do it, and as she
still said nothing, he began to be puzzled.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Wouldn't they give thee a bit?" he asked. "Hasn't tha' got any
yet?"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
She held her hands even tighter and turned her eyes toward
him.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I don't know anything about boys," she said slowly. "Could you keep a secret, if I
told you one? It's a great secret. I don't know what I should do if any one found
it out. I believe I should die!" She said the last sentence quite
fiercely.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Dickon looked more puzzled than ever and even rubbed his hand over his rough head
again, but he answered quite good\u8211?humoredly.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I'm keepin' secrets all th' time," he said. "If I couldn't keep secrets from th'
other lads, secrets about foxes' cubs, an' birds' nests, an' wild things' holes,
there'd be naught safe on th' moor. Aye, I can keep
secrets."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Mistress Mary did not mean to put out her hand and clutch his sleeve but she did
it.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I've stolen a garden," she said very fast. "It isn't mine. It isn't anybody's.
Nobody wants it, nobody cares for it, nobody ever goes into it. Perhaps everything
is dead in it already; I don't know."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
She began to feel hot and as contrary as she had ever felt in her
life.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I don't care, I don't care! Nobody has any right to take it from me when I care
about it and they don't. They're letting it die, all shut in by itself," she ended
passionately, and she threw her arms over her face and burst out crying\u8212?poor
little Mistress Mary.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Dickon's curious blue eyes grew rounder and rounder.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Eh\u8211?h\u8211?h!" he said, drawing his exclamation out slowly, and the way he
did it meant both wonder and sympathy.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I've nothing to do," said Mary. "Nothing belongs to me. I found it myself and I
got into it myself. I was only just like the robin, and they wouldn't take it from
the robin."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Where is it?" asked Dickon in a dropped voice.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Mistress Mary got up from the log at once. She knew she felt contrary again, and
obstinate, and she did not care at all. She was imperious and Indian, and at the
same time hot and sorrowful.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Come with me and I'll show you," she said.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
She led him round the laurel path and to the walk where the ivy grew so thickly.
Dickon followed her with a queer, almost pitying, look on his face. He felt as if
he were being led to look at some strange bird's nest and must move softly. When
she stepped to the wall and lifted the hanging ivy he started. There was a door and
Mary pushed it slowly open and they passed in together, and then Mary stood and
waved her hand round defiantly.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"It's this," she said. "It's a secret garden, and I'm the only one in the world who
wants it to be alive."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Dickon looked round and round about it, and round and round
again.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Eh!" he almost whispered, "it is a queer, pretty place! It's like as if a body was
in a dream."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {\page } {\qc
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The Nest of the Missel
Thrush\par\pard\plain\hyphpar}\par\pard\plain\hyphpar}\par\pard\plain\hyphpar}
\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
For two or three minutes he stood looking round him, while Mary watched him, and
then he began to walk about softly, even more lightly than Mary had walked the
first time she had found herself inside the four walls. His eyes seemed to be
taking in everything\u8212?the gray trees with the gray creepers climbing over them
and hanging from their branches, the tangle on the walls and among the grass, the
evergreen alcoves with the stone seats and tall flower urns standing in
them.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I never thought I'd see this place," he said at last, in a
whisper.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Did you know about it?" asked Mary.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
She had spoken aloud and he made a sign to her.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"We must talk low," he said, "or some one'll hear us an' wonder what's to do in
here."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Oh! I forgot!" said Mary, feeling frightened and putting her hand quickly against
her mouth. "Did you know about the garden?" she asked again when she had recovered
herself.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Dickon nodded.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Martha told me there was one as no one ever went inside," he answered. "Us used to
wonder what it was like."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
He stopped and looked round at the lovely gray tangle about him, and his round eyes
looked queerly happy.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Eh! the nests as'll be here come springtime," he said. "It'd be th' safest nestin'
place in England. No one never comin' near an' tangles o' trees an' roses to build
in. I wonder all th' birds on th' moor don't build here."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Mistress Mary put her hand on his arm again without knowing
it.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Will there be roses?" she whispered. "Can you tell? I thought perhaps they were
all dead."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Eh! No! Not them\u8212?not all of 'em!" he answered. "Look
here!"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
He stepped over to the nearest tree\u8212?an old, old one with gray lichen all over
its bark, but upholding a curtain of tangled sprays and branches. He took a thick
knife out of his pocket and opened one of its blades.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"There's lots o' dead wood as ought to be cut out," he said. "An' there's a lot o'
old wood, but it made some new last year. This here's a new bit," and he touched a
shoot which looked brownish green instead of hard, dry
gray.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Mary touched it herself in an eager, reverent way.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"That one?" she said. "Is that one quite alive\u8212?
quite?"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Dickon curved his wide smiling mouth.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"It's as wick as you or me," he said; and Mary remembered that Martha had told her
that "wick" meant "alive" or "lively."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I'm glad it's wick!" she cried out in her whisper. "I want them all to be wick.
Let us go round the garden and count how many wick ones there
are."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
She quite panted with eagerness, and Dickon was as eager as she was. They went from
tree to tree and from bush to bush. Dickon carried his knife in his hand and showed
her things which she thought wonderful.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"They've run wild," he said, "but th' strongest ones has fair thrived on it. The
delicatest ones has died out, but th' others has growed an' growed, an' spread an'
spread, till they's a wonder. See here!" and he pulled down a thick gray,
dry\u8211?looking branch. "A body might think this was dead wood, but I don't
believe it is\u8212?down to th' root. I'll cut it low down an'
see."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
He knelt and with his knife cut the lifeless\u8211?looking branch through, not far
above the earth.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"There!" he said exultantly. "I told thee so. There's green in that wood yet. Look
at it."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Mary was down on her knees before he spoke, gazing with all her
might.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"When it looks a bit greenish an' juicy like that, it's wick," he explained. "When
th' inside is dry an' breaks easy, like this here piece I've cut off, it's done
for. There's a big root here as all this live wood sprung out of, an' if th' old
wood's cut off an' it's dug round, an' took care of there'll be\u8212?" he stopped
and lifted his face to look up at the climbing and hanging sprays above
him\u8212?"there'll be a fountain o' roses here this
summer."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
They went from bush to bush and from tree to tree. He was very strong and clever
with his knife and knew how to cut the dry and dead wood away, and could tell when
an unpromising bough or twig had still green life in it. In the course of half an
hour Mary thought she could tell too, and when he cut through a lifeless\u8211?
looking branch she would cry out joyfully under her breath when she caught sight of
the least shade of moist green. The spade, and hoe, and fork were very useful. He
showed her how to use the fork while he dug about roots with the spade and stirred
the earth and let the air in.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
They were working industriously round one of the biggest standard roses when he
caught sight of something which made him utter an exclamation of
surprise.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Why!" he cried, pointing to the grass a few feet away. "Who did that
there?"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
It was one of Mary's own little clearings round the pale green
points.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I did it," said Mary.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Why, I thought tha' didn't know nothin' about gardenin'," he
exclaimed.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I don't," she answered, "but they were so little, and the grass was so thick and
strong, and they looked as if they had no room to breathe. So I made a place for
them. I don't even know what they are."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Dickon went and knelt down by them, smiling his wide smile.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar}
{
"Tha' was right," he said. "A gardener couldn't have told thee better. They'll grow
now like Jack's bean\u8211?stalk. They're crocuses an' snowdrops, an' these here is
narcissuses," turning to another patch, "an' here's daffydowndillys. Eh! they will
be a sight."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
He ran from one clearing to another.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Tha' has done a lot o' work for such a little wench," he said, looking her
over.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I'm growing fatter," said Mary, "and I'm growing stronger. I used always to be
tired. When I dig I'm not tired at all. I like to smell the earth when it's turned
up."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"It's rare good for thee," he said, nodding his head wisely. "There's naught as
nice as th' smell o' good clean earth, except th' smell o' fresh growin' things
when th' rain falls on 'em. I get out on th' moor many a day when it's rainin' an'
I lie under a bush an' listen to th' soft swish o' drops on th' heather an' I just
sniff an' sniff. My nose end fair quivers like a rabbit's, mother
says."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Do you never catch cold?" inquired Mary, gazing at him wonderingly. She had never
seen such a funny boy, or such a nice one.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Not me," he said, grinning. "I never ketched cold since I was born. I wasn't
brought up nesh enough. I've chased about th' moor in all weathers same as th'
rabbits does. Mother says I've sniffed up too much fresh air for twelve year' to
ever get to sniffin' with cold. I'm as tough as a white\u8211?thorn
knobstick."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
He was working all the time he was talking and Mary was following him and helping
him with her fork or the trowel.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"There's a lot of work to do here!" he said once, looking about quite
exultantly.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Will you come again and help me to do it?" Mary begged. "I'm sure I can help, too.
I can dig and pull up weeds, and do whatever you tell me. Oh! do come,
Dickon!"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I'll come every day if tha' wants me, rain or shine," he answered stoutly. "It's
th' best fun I ever had in my life\u8212?shut in here an' wakenin' up a
garden."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"If you will come," said Mary, "if you will help me to make it alive I'll\u8212?I
don't know what I'll do," she ended helplessly. What could you do for a boy like
that?\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I'll tell thee what tha'll do," said Dickon, with his happy grin. "Tha'll get fat
an' tha'll get as hungry as a young fox an' tha'll learn how to talk to th' robin
same as I do. Eh! we'll have a lot o' fun."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
He began to walk about, looking up in the trees and at the walls and bushes with a
thoughtful expression.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I wouldn't want to make it look like a gardener's garden, all clipped an' spick
an' span, would you?" he said. "It's nicer like this with things runnin' wild, an'
swingin' an' catchin' hold of each other."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Don't let us make it tidy," said Mary anxiously. "It wouldn't seem like a secret
garden if it was tidy."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Dickon stood rubbing his rusty\u8211?red head with a rather puzzled
look.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"It's a secret garden sure enough," he said, "but seems like some one besides th'
robin must have been in it since it was shut up ten year'
ago."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"But the door was locked and the key was buried," said Mary. "No one could get
in."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"That's true," he answered. "It's a queer place. Seems to me as if there'd been a
bit o' prunin' done here an' there, later than ten year'
ago."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"But how could it have been done?" said Mary.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
He was examining a branch of a standard rose and he shook his
head.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Aye! how could it!" he murmured. "With th' door locked an' th' key
buried."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Mistress Mary always felt that however many years she lived she should never forget
that first morning when her garden began to grow. Of course, it did seem to begin
to grow for her that morning. When Dickon began to clear places to plant seeds, she
remembered what Basil had sung at her when he wanted to tease
her.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Are there any flowers that look like bells?" she inquired.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar}
{
"Lilies o' th' valley does," he answered, digging away with the trowel, "an'
there's Canterbury bells, an' campanulas."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Let us plant some," said Mary.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"There's lilies o' th' valley here already; I saw 'em. They'll have growed too
close an' we'll have to separate 'em, but there's plenty. Th' other ones takes two
years to bloom from seed, but I can bring you some bits o' plants from our cottage
garden. Why does tha' want 'em?"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Then Mary told him about Basil and his brothers and sisters in India and of how she
had hated them and of their calling her "Mistress Mary Quite
Contrary."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"They used to dance round and sing at me. They sang\u8212?\par\pard\plain\hyphpar}
'Mistress Mary, quite contrary,How does your garden grow?With silver bells, and
cockle shells,And marigolds all in a row.' {
I just remembered it and it made me wonder if there were really flowers like silver
bells."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
She frowned a little and gave her trowel a rather spiteful dig into the
earth.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I wasn't as contrary as they were."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
But Dickon laughed.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Eh!" he said, and as he crumbled the rich black soil she saw he was sniffing up
the scent of it, "there doesn't seem to be no need for no one to be contrary when
there's flowers an' such like, an' such lots o' friendly wild things runnin' about
makin' homes for themselves, or buildin' nests an' singin' an' whistlin', does
there?"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Mary, kneeling by him holding the seeds, looked at him and stopped
frowning.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Dickon," she said. "You are as nice as Martha said you were. I like you, and you
make the fifth person. I never thought I should like five
people."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Dickon sat up on his heels as Martha did when she was polishing the grate. He did
look funny and delightful, Mary thought, with his round blue eyes and red cheeks
and happy looking turned\u8211?up nose.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Only five folk as tha' likes?" he said. "Who is th' other
four?"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Your mother and Martha," Mary checked them off on her fingers, "and the robin and
Ben Weatherstaff."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Dickon laughed so that he was obliged to stifle the sound by putting his arm over
his mouth.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I know tha' thinks I'm a queer lad," he said, "but I think tha' art th' queerest
little lass I ever saw."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Then Mary did a strange thing. She leaned forward and asked him a question she had
never dreamed of asking any one before. And she tried to ask it in Yorkshire
because that was his language, and in India a native was always pleased if you knew
his speech.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Does tha' like me?" she said.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Eh!" he answered heartily, "that I does. I likes thee wonderful, an' so does th'
robin, I do believe!"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"That's two, then," said Mary. "That's two for me."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
And then they began to work harder than ever and more joyfully. Mary was startled
and sorry when she heard the big clock in the courtyard strike the hour of her
midday dinner.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I shall have to go," she said mournfully. "And you will have to go too, won't
you?"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Dickon grinned.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"My dinner's easy to carry about with me," he said. "Mother always lets me put a
bit o' somethin' in my pocket."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
He picked up his coat from the grass and brought out of a pocket a lumpy little
bundle tied up in a quiet clean, coarse, blue and white handkerchief. It held two
thick pieces of bread with a slice of something laid between
them.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"It's oftenest naught but bread," he said, "but I've got a fine slice o' fat bacon
with it to\u8211?day."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Mary thought it looked a queer dinner, but he seemed ready to enjoy
it.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Run on an' get thy victuals," he said. "I'll be done with mine first. I'll get
some more work done before I start back home."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
He sat down with his back against a tree.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I'll call th' robin up," he said, "and give him th' rind o' th' bacon to peck at.
They likes a bit o' fat wonderful."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Mary could scarcely bear to leave him. Suddenly it seemed as if he might be a sort
of wood fairy who might be gone when she came into the garden again. He seemed too
good to be true. She went slowly half\u8211?way to the door in the wall and then
she stopped and went back.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Whatever happens, you\u8212?you never would tell?" she
said.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
His poppy\u8211?colored cheeks were distended with his first big bite of bread and
bacon, but he managed to smile encouragingly.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"If tha' was a missel thrush an' showed me where thy nest was, does tha' think I'd
tell any one? Not me," he said. "Tha' art as safe as a missel
thrush."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
And she was quite sure she was.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {\page } {\qc
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"Might I Have a Bit of
Earth?"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar}\par\pard\plain\hyphpar}\par\pard\plain\hyphpar}
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Mary ran so fast that she was rather out of breath when she reached her room. Her
hair was ruffled on her forehead and her cheeks were bright pink. Her dinner was
waiting on the table, and Martha was waiting near it.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Tha's a bit late," she said. "Where has tha' been?"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I've seen Dickon!" said Mary. "I've seen Dickon!"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I knew he'd come," said Martha exultantly. "How does tha' like
him?"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I think\u8212?I think he's beautiful!" said Mary in a determined
voice.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Martha looked rather taken aback but she looked pleased,
too.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Well," she said, "he's th' best lad as ever was born, but us never thought he was
handsome. His nose turns up too much."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I like it to turn up," said Mary.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"An' his eyes is so round," said Martha, a trifle doubtful. "Though they're a nice
color."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I like them round," said Mary. "And they are exactly the color of the sky over the
moor."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Martha beamed with satisfaction.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Mother says he made 'em that color with always lookin' up at th' birds an' th'
clouds. But he has got a big mouth, hasn't he, now?"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I love his big mouth," said Mary obstinately. "I wish mine were just like
it."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Martha chuckled delightedly.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"It'd look rare an' funny in thy bit of a face," she said. "But I knowed it would
be that way when tha' saw him. How did tha' like th' seeds an' th' garden
tools?"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"How did you know he brought them?" asked Mary.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Eh! I never thought of him not bringin' 'em. He'd be sure to bring 'em if they was
in Yorkshire. He's such a trusty lad."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Mary was afraid that she might begin to ask difficult questions, but she did not.
She was very much interested in the seeds and gardening tools, and there was only
one moment when Mary was frightened. This was when she began to ask where the
flowers were to be planted.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Who did tha' ask about it?" she inquired.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I haven't asked anybody yet," said Mary, hesitating.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Well, I wouldn't ask th' head gardener. He's too grand, Mr. Roach
is."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I've never seen him," said Mary. "I've only seen under\u8211?gardeners and Ben
Weatherstaff."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"If I was you, I'd ask Ben Weatherstaff," advised Martha. "He's not half as bad as
he looks, for all he's so crabbed. Mr. Craven lets him do what he likes because he
was here when Mrs. Craven was alive, an' he used to make her laugh. She liked him.
Perhaps he'd find you a corner somewhere out o' the way."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"If it was out of the way and no one wanted it, no one {\i
could} mind my having it, could they?" Mary said anxiously.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar}
{
"There wouldn't be no reason," answered Martha. "You wouldn't do no
harm."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Mary ate her dinner as quickly as she could and when she rose from the table she
was going to run to her room to put on her hat again, but Martha stopped
her.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I've got somethin' to tell you," she said. "I thought I'd let you eat your dinner
first. Mr. Craven came back this mornin' and I think he wants to see
you."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Mary turned quite pale.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Oh!" she said. "Why! Why! He didn't want to see me when I came. I heard Pitcher
say he didn't."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Well," explained Martha, "Mrs. Medlock says it's because o' mother. She was
walkin' to Thwaite village an' she met him. She'd never spoke to him before, but
Mrs. Craven had been to our cottage two or three times. He'd forgot, but mother
hadn't an' she made bold to stop him. I don't know what she said to him about you
but she said somethin' as put him in th' mind to see you before he goes away again,
to\u8211?morrow."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Oh!" cried Mary, "is he going away to\u8211?morrow? I am so
glad!"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"He's goin' for a long time. He mayn't come back till autumn or winter. He's goin'
to travel in foreign places. He's always doin' it."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Oh! I'm so glad\u8212?so glad!" said Mary thankfully.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
If he did not come back until winter, or even autumn, there would be time to watch
the secret garden come alive. Even if he found out then and took it away from her
she would have had that much at least.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"When do you think he will want to see\u8212?"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
She did not finish the sentence, because the door opened, and Mrs. Medlock walked
in. She had on her best black dress and cap, and her collar was fastened with a
large brooch with a picture of a man's face on it. It was a colored photograph of
Mr. Medlock who had died years ago, and she always wore it when she was dressed up.
She looked nervous and excited.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Your hair's rough," she said quickly. "Go and brush it. Martha, help her to slip
on her best dress. Mr. Craven sent me to bring her to him in his
study."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
All the pink left Mary's cheeks. Her heart began to thump and she felt herself
changing into a stiff, plain, silent child again. She did not even answer Mrs.
Medlock, but turned and walked into her bedroom, followed by Martha. She said
nothing while her dress was changed, and her hair brushed, and after she was quite
tidy she followed Mrs. Medlock down the corridors, in silence. What was there for
her to say? She was obliged to go and see Mr. Craven and he would not like her, and
she would not like him. She knew what he would think of
her.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
She was taken to a part of the house she had not been into before. At last Mrs.
Medlock knocked at a door, and when some one said, "Come in," they entered the room
together. A man was sitting in an armchair before the fire, and Mrs. Medlock spoke
to him.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"This is Miss Mary, sir," she said.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"You can go and leave her here. I will ring for you when I want you to take her
away," said Mr. Craven.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
When she went out and closed the door, Mary could only stand waiting, a plain
little thing, twisting her thin hands together. She could see that the man in the
chair was not so much a hunchback as a man with high, rather crooked shoulders, and
he had black hair streaked with white. He turned his head over his high shoulders
and spoke to her.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Come here!" he said.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Mary went to him.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
He was not ugly. His face would have been handsome if it had not been so miserable.
He looked as if the sight of her worried and fretted him and as if he did not know
what in the world to do with her.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Are you well?" he asked.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Yes," answered Mary.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Do they take good care of you?"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Yes."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
He rubbed his forehead fretfully as he looked her over.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"You are very thin," he said.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I am getting fatter," Mary answered in what she knew was her stiffest
way.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
What an unhappy face he had! His black eyes seemed as if they scarcely saw her, as
if they were seeing something else, and he could hardly keep his thoughts upon
her.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I forgot you," he said. "How could I remember you? I intended to send you a
governess or a nurse, or some one of that sort, but I
forgot."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Please," began Mary. "Please\u8212?" and then the lump in her throat choked
her.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"What do you want to say?" he inquired.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I am\u8212?I am too big for a nurse," said Mary. "And please\u8212?please don't
make me have a governess yet."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
He rubbed his forehead again and stared at her.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"That was what the Sowerby woman said," he muttered absent\u8211?
mindedly.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Then Mary gathered a scrap of courage.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Is she\u8212?is she Martha's mother?" she stammered.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Yes, I think so," he replied.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"She knows about children," said Mary. "She has twelve. She
knows."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
He seemed to rouse himself.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"What do you want to do?"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I want to play out of doors," Mary answered, hoping that her voice did not
tremble. "I never liked it in India. It makes me hungry here, and I am getting
fatter."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
He was watching her.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Mrs. Sowerby said it would do you good. Perhaps it will," he said. "She thought
you had better get stronger before you had a governess."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"It makes me feel strong when I play and the wind comes over the moor," argued
Mary.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Where do you play?" he asked next.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Everywhere," gasped Mary. "Martha's mother sent me a skipping\u8211?rope. I skip
and run\u8212?and I look about to see if things are beginning to stick up out of
the earth. I don't do any harm."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Don't look so frightened," he said in a worried voice. "You could not do any harm,
a child like you! You may do what you like."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Mary put her hand up to her throat because she was afraid he might see the excited
lump which she felt jump into it. She came a step nearer to
him.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"May I?" she said tremulously.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Her anxious little face seemed to worry him more than ever.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar}
{
"Don't look so frightened," he exclaimed. "Of course you may. I am your guardian,
though I am a poor one for any child. I cannot give you time or attention. I am too
ill, and wretched and distracted; but I wish you to be happy and comfortable. I
don't know anything about children, but Mrs. Medlock is to see that you have all
you need. I sent for you to\u8211?day because Mrs. Sowerby said I ought to see you.
Her daughter had talked about you. She thought you needed fresh air and freedom and
running about."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"She knows all about children," Mary said again in spite of
herself.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"She ought to," said Mr. Craven. "I thought her rather bold to stop me on the moor,
but she said\u8212?Mrs. Craven had been kind to her." It seemed hard for him to
speak his dead wife's name. "She is a respectable woman. Now I have seen you I
think she said sensible things. Play out of doors as much as you like. It's a big
place and you may go where you like and amuse yourself as you like. Is there
anything you want?" as if a sudden thought had struck him. "Do you want toys,
books, dolls?"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Might I," quavered Mary, "might I have a bit of earth?"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
In her eagerness she did not realize how queer the words would sound and that they
were not the ones she had meant to say. Mr. Craven looked quite
startled.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Earth!" he repeated. "What do you mean?"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"To plant seeds in\u8212?to make things grow\u8212?to see them come alive," Mary
faltered.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
He gazed at her a moment and then passed his hand quickly over his
eyes.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Do you\u8212?care about gardens so much," he said slowly.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar}
{
"I didn't know about them in India," said Mary. "I was always ill and tired and it
was too hot. I sometimes made little beds in the sand and stuck flowers in them.
But here it is different."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Mr. Craven got up and began to walk slowly across the room.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar}
{
"A bit of earth," he said to himself, and Mary thought that somehow she must have
reminded him of something. When he stopped and spoke to her his dark eyes looked
almost soft and kind.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"You can have as much earth as you want," he said. "You remind me of some one else
who loved the earth and things that grow. When you see a bit of earth you want,"
with something like a smile, "take it, child, and make it come
alive."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"May I take it from anywhere\u8212?if it's not wanted?"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Anywhere," he answered. "There! You must go now, I am tired." He touched the bell
to call Mrs. Medlock. "Good\u8211?by. I shall be away all
summer."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Mrs. Medlock came so quickly that Mary thought she must have been waiting in the
corridor.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Mrs. Medlock," Mr. Craven said to her, "now I have seen the child I understand
what Mrs. Sowerby meant. She must be less delicate before she begins lessons. Give
her simple, healthy food. Let her run wild in the garden. Don't look after her too
much. She needs liberty and fresh air and romping about. Mrs. Sowerby is to come
and see her now and then and she may sometimes go to the
cottage."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Mrs. Medlock looked pleased. She was relieved to hear that she need not "look
after" Mary too much. She had felt her a tiresome charge and had indeed seen as
little of her as she dared. In addition to this she was fond of Martha's
mother.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Thank you, sir," she said. "Susan Sowerby and me went to school together and she's
as sensible and good\u8211?hearted a woman as you'd find in a day's walk. I never
had any children myself and she's had twelve, and there never was healthier or
better ones. Miss Mary can get no harm from them. I'd always take Susan Sowerby's
advice about children myself. She's what you might call healthy\u8211?minded\u8212?
if you understand me."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I understand," Mr. Craven answered. "Take Miss Mary away now and send Pitcher to
me."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
When Mrs. Medlock left her at the end of her own corridor Mary flew back to her
room. She found Martha waiting there. Martha had, in fact, hurried back after she
had removed the dinner service.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I can have my garden!" cried Mary. "I may have it where I like! I am not going to
have a governess for a long time! Your mother is coming to see me and I may go to
your cottage! He says a little girl like me could not do any harm and I may do what
I like\u8212?anywhere!"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Eh!" said Martha delightedly, "that was nice of him wasn't
it?"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Martha," said Mary solemnly, "he is really a nice man, only his face is so
miserable and his forehead is all drawn together."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
She ran as quickly as she could to the garden. She had been away so much longer
than she had thought she should and she knew Dickon would have to set out early on
his five\u8211?mile walk. When she slipped through the door under the ivy, she saw
he was not working where she had left him. The gardening tools were laid together
under a tree. She ran to them, looking all round the place, but there was no Dickon
to be seen. He had gone away and the secret garden was empty\u8212?except for the
robin who had just flown across the wall and sat on a standard rose\u8211?bush
watching her.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"He's gone," she said wofully. "Oh! was he\u8212?was he\u8212?was he only a wood
fairy?"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Something white fastened to the standard rose\u8211?bush caught her eye. It was a
piece of paper\u8212?in fact, it was a piece of the letter she had printed for
Martha to send to Dickon. It was fastened on the bush with a long thorn, and in a
minute she knew Dickon had left it there. There were some roughly printed letters
on it and a sort of picture. At first she could not tell what it was. Then she saw
it was meant for a nest with a bird sitting on it. Underneath were the printed
letters and they said:\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I will cum bak."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {\page } {\qc
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\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Mary took the picture back to the house when she went to her supper and she showed
it to Martha.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Eh!" said Martha with great pride. "I never knew our Dickon was as clever as that.
That there's a picture of a missel thrush on her nest, as large as life an' twice
as natural."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Then Mary knew Dickon had meant the picture to be a message. He had meant that she
might be sure he would keep her secret. Her garden was her nest and she was like a
missel thrush. Oh, how she did like that queer, common boy!\par\pard\plain\hyphpar}
{
She hoped he would come back the very next day and she fell asleep looking forward
to the morning.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
But you never know what the weather will do in Yorkshire, particularly in the
springtime. She was awakened in the night by the sound of rain beating with heavy
drops against her window. It was pouring down in torrents and the wind was
"wuthering" round the corners and in the chimneys of the huge old house. Mary sat
up in bed and felt miserable and angry.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"The rain is as contrary as I ever was," she said. "It came because it knew I did
not want it."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
She threw herself back on her pillow and buried her face. She did not cry, but she
lay and hated the sound of the heavily beating rain, she hated the wind and its
"wuthering." She could not go to sleep again. The mournful sound kept her awake
because she felt mournful herself. If she had felt happy it would probably have
lulled her to sleep. How it "wuthered" and how the big rain\u8211?drops poured down
and beat against the pane!\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"It sounds just like a person lost on the moor and wandering on and on crying," she
said.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
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She had been lying awake turning from side to side for about an hour, when suddenly
something made her sit up in bed and turn her head toward the door listening. She
listened and she listened.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"It isn't the wind now," she said in a loud whisper. "That isn't the wind. It is
different. It is that crying I heard before."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
The door of her room was ajar and the sound came down the corridor, a far\u8211?off
faint sound of fretful crying. She listened for a few minutes and each minute she
became more and more sure. She felt as if she must find out what it was. It seemed
even stranger than the secret garden and the buried key. Perhaps the fact that she
was in a rebellious mood made her bold. She put her foot out of bed and stood on
the floor.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I am going to find out what it is," she said. "Everybody is in bed and I don't
care about Mrs. Medlock\u8212?I don't care!"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
There was a candle by her bedside and she took it up and went softly out of the
room. The corridor looked very long and dark, but she was too excited to mind that.
She thought she remembered the corners she must turn to find the short corridor
with the door covered with tapestry\u8212?the one Mrs. Medlock had come through the
day she lost herself. The sound had come up that passage. So she went on with her
dim light, almost feeling her way, her heart beating so loud that she fancied she
could hear it. The far\u8211?off faint crying went on and led her. Sometimes it
stopped for a moment or so and then began again. Was this the right corner to turn?
She stopped and thought. Yes it was. Down this passage and then to the left, and
then up two broad steps, and then to the right again. Yes, there was the tapestry
door.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
She pushed it open very gently and closed it behind her, and she stood in the
corridor and could hear the crying quite plainly, though it was not loud. It was on
the other side of the wall at her left and a few yards farther on there was a door.
She could see a glimmer of light coming from beneath it. The Someone was crying in
that room, and it was quite a young Someone.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
So she walked to the door and pushed it open, and there she was standing in the
room!\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
It was a big room with ancient, handsome furniture in it. There was a low fire
glowing faintly on the hearth and a night light burning by the side of a carved
four\u8211?posted bed hung with brocade, and on the bed was lying a boy, crying
fretfully.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Mary wondered if she was in a real place or if she had fallen asleep again and was
dreaming without knowing it.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
The boy had a sharp, delicate face the color of ivory and he seemed to have eyes
too big for it. He had also a lot of hair which tumbled over his forehead in heavy
locks and made his thin face seem smaller. He looked like a boy who had been ill,
but he was crying more as if he were tired and cross than as if he were in
pain.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Mary stood near the door with her candle in her hand, holding her breath. Then she
crept across the room, and as she drew nearer the light attracted the boy's
attention and he turned his head on his pillow and stared at her, his gray eyes
opening so wide that they seemed immense.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {\qc

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"Who are you?" he said at last in a half\u8211?frightened whisper. "Are you a
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"No, I am not," Mary answered, her own whisper sounding half frightened. "Are you
one?"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
He stared and stared and stared. Mary could not help noticing what strange eyes he
had. They were agate gray and they looked too big for his face because they had
black lashes all round them.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"No," he replied after waiting a moment or so. "I am
Colin."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Who is Colin?" she faltered.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I am Colin Craven. Who are you?"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I am Mary Lennox. Mr. Craven is my uncle."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"He is my father," said the boy.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Your father!" gasped Mary. "No one ever told me he had a boy! Why didn't
they?"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Come here," he said, still keeping his strange eyes fixed on her with an anxious
expression.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
She came close to the bed and he put out his hand and touched
her.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"You are real, aren't you?" he said. "I have such real dreams very often. You might
be one of them."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Mary had slipped on a woolen wrapper before she left her room and she put a piece
of it between his fingers.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Rub that and see how thick and warm it is," she said. "I will pinch you a little
if you like, to show you how real I am. For a minute I thought you might be a dream
too."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Where did you come from?" he asked.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"From my own room. The wind wuthered so I couldn't go to sleep and I heard some one
crying and wanted to find out who it was. What were you crying
for?"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Because I couldn't go to sleep either and my head ached. Tell me your name
again."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Mary Lennox. Did no one ever tell you I had come to live
here?"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
He was still fingering the fold of her wrapper, but he began to look a little more
as if he believed in her reality.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"No," he answered. "They daren't."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Why?" asked Mary.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Because I should have been afraid you would see me. I won't let people see me and
talk me over."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Why?" Mary asked again, feeling more mystified every
moment.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Because I am like this always, ill and having to lie down. My father won't let
people talk me over either. The servants are not allowed to speak about me. If I
live I may be a hunchback, but I shan't live. My father hates to think I may be
like him."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Oh, what a queer house this is!" Mary said. "What a queer house! Everything is a
kind of secret. Rooms are locked up and gardens are locked up\u8212?and you! Have
you been locked up?"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"No. I stay in this room because I don't want to be moved out of it. It tires me
too much."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Does your father come and see you?" Mary ventured.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Sometimes. Generally when I am asleep. He doesn't want to see
me."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Why?" Mary could not help asking again.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
A sort of angry shadow passed over the boy's face.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"My mother died when I was born and it makes him wretched to look at me. He thinks
I don't know, but I've heard people talking. He almost hates
me."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"He hates the garden, because she died," said Mary half speaking to
herself.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"What garden?" the boy asked.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Oh! just\u8212?just a garden she used to like," Mary stammered. "Have you been
here always?"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Nearly always. Sometimes I have been taken to places at the seaside, but I won't
stay because people stare at me. I used to wear an iron thing to keep my back
straight, but a grand doctor came from London to see me and said it was stupid. He
told them to take it off and keep me out in the fresh air. I hate fresh air and I
don't want to go out."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I didn't when first I came here," said Mary. "Why do you keep looking at me like
that?"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Because of the dreams that are so real," he answered rather fretfully. "Sometimes
when I open my eyes I don't believe I'm awake."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"We're both awake," said Mary. She glanced round the room with its high ceiling and
shadowy corners and dim firelight. "It looks quite like a dream, and it's the
middle of the night, and everybody in the house is asleep\u8212?everybody but us.
We are wide awake."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I don't want it to be a dream," the boy said restlessly.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Mary thought of something all at once.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"If you don't like people to see you," she began, "do you want me to go
away?"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
He still held the fold of her wrapper and he gave it a little
pull.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"No," he said. "I should be sure you were a dream if you went. If you are real, sit
down on that big footstool and talk. I want to hear about
you."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Mary put down her candle on the table near the bed and sat down on the cushioned
stool. She did not want to go away at all. She wanted to stay in the mysterious
hidden\u8211?away room and talk to the mysterious boy.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"What do you want me to tell you?" she said.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
He wanted to know how long she had been at Misselthwaite; he wanted to know which
corridor her room was on; he wanted to know what she had been doing; if she
disliked the moor as he disliked it; where she had lived before she came to
Yorkshire. She answered all these questions and many more and he lay back on his
pillow and listened. He made her tell him a great deal about India and about her
voyage across the ocean. She found out that because he had been an invalid he had
not learned things as other children had. One of his nurses had taught him to read
when he was quite little and he was always reading and looking at pictures in
splendid books.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Though his father rarely saw him when he was awake, he was given all sorts of
wonderful things to amuse himself with. He never seemed to have been amused,
however. He could have anything he asked for and was never made to do anything he
did not like to do.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Every one is obliged to do what pleases me," he said indifferently. "It makes me
ill to be angry. No one believes I shall live to grow up."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar}
{
He said it as if he was so accustomed to the idea that it had ceased to matter to
him at all. He seemed to like the sound of Mary's voice. As she went on talking he
listened in a drowsy, interested way. Once or twice she wondered if he were not
gradually falling into a doze. But at last he asked a question which opened up a
new subject.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"How old are you?" he asked.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I am ten," answered Mary, forgetting herself for the moment, "and so are
you."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"How do you know that?" he demanded in a surprised voice.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Because when you were born the garden door was locked and the key was buried. And
it has been locked for ten years."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Colin half sat up, turning toward her, leaning on his
elbows.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"What garden door was locked? Who did it? Where was the key buried?" he exclaimed
as if he were suddenly very much interested.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"It\u8212?it was the garden Mr. Craven hates," said Mary nervously. "He locked the
door. No one\u8212?no one knew where he buried the key."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"What sort of a garden is it?" Colin persisted eagerly.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"No one has been allowed to go into it for ten years," was Mary's careful
answer.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
But it was too late to be careful. He was too much like herself. He too had had
nothing to think about and the idea of a hidden garden attracted him as it had
attracted her. He asked question after question. Where was it? Had she never looked
for the door? Had she never asked the gardeners?\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"They won't talk about it," said Mary. "I think they have been told not to answer
questions."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I would make them," said Colin.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Could you?" Mary faltered, beginning to feel frightened. If he could make people
answer questions, who knew what might happen!\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Every one is obliged to please me. I told you that," he said. "If I were to live,
this place would sometime belong to me. They all know that. I would make them tell
me."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Mary had not known that she herself had been spoiled, but she could see quite
plainly that this mysterious boy had been. He thought that the whole world belonged
to him. How peculiar he was and how coolly he spoke of not
living.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Do you think you won't live?" she asked, partly because she was curious and partly
in hope of making him forget the garden.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I don't suppose I shall," he answered as indifferently as he had spoken before.
"Ever since I remember anything I have heard people say I shan't. At first they
thought I was too little to understand and now they think I don't hear. But I do.
My doctor is my father's cousin. He is quite poor and if I die he will have all
Misselthwaite when my father is dead. I should think he wouldn't want me to
live."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Do you want to live?" inquired Mary.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"No," he answered, in a cross, tired fashion. "But I don't want to die. When I feel
ill I lie here and think about it until I cry and cry."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I have heard you crying three times," Mary said, "but I did not know who it was.
Were you crying about that?" She did so want him to forget the
garden.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I dare say," he answered. "Let us talk about something else. Talk about that
garden. Don't you want to see it?"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Yes," answered Mary, in quite a low voice.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I do," he went on persistently. "I don't think I ever really wanted to see
anything before, but I want to see that garden. I want the key dug up. I want the
door unlocked. I would let them take me there in my chair. That would be getting
fresh air. I am going to make them open the door."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
He had become quite excited and his strange eyes began to shine like stars and
looked more immense than ever.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"They have to please me," he said. "I will make them take me there and I will let
you go, too."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Mary's hands clutched each other. Everything would be spoiled\u8212?everything!
Dickon would never come back. She would never again feel like a missel thrush with
a safe\u8211?hidden nest.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Oh, don't\u8212?don't\u8212?don't\u8212?don't do that!" she cried
out.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
He stared as if he thought she had gone crazy!\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Why?" he exclaimed. "You said you wanted to see it."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I do," she answered almost with a sob in her throat, "but if you make them open
the door and take you in like that it will never be a secret
again."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
He leaned still farther forward.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"A secret," he said. "What do you mean? Tell me."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Mary's words almost tumbled over one another.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"You see\u8212?you see," she panted, "if no one knows but ourselves\u8212?if there
was a door, hidden somewhere under the ivy\u8212?if there was\u8212?and we could
find it; and if we could slip through it together and shut it behind us, and no one
knew any one was inside and we called it our garden and pretended that\u8212?that
we were missel thrushes and it was our nest, and if we played there almost every
day and dug and planted seeds and made it all come
alive\u8212?"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Is it dead?" he interrupted her.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"It soon will be if no one cares for it," she went on. "The bulbs will live but the
roses\u8212?"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
He stopped her again as excited as she was herself.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"What are bulbs?" he put in quickly.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"They are daffodils and lilies and snowdrops. They are working in the earth
now\u8212?pushing up pale green points because the spring is
coming."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Is the spring coming?" he said. "What is it like? You don't see it in rooms if you
are ill."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"It is the sun shining on the rain and the rain falling on the sunshine, and things
pushing up and working under the earth," said Mary. "If the garden was a secret and
we could get into it we could watch the things grow bigger every day, and see how
many roses are alive. Don't you see? Oh, don't you see how much nicer it would be
if it was a secret?"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
He dropped back on his pillow and lay there with an odd expression on his
face.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I never had a secret," he said, "except that one about not living to grow up. They
don't know I know that, so it is a sort of secret. But I like this kind
better."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"If you won't make them take you to the garden," pleaded Mary, "perhaps\u8212?I
feel almost sure I can find out how to get in sometime. And then\u8212?if the
doctor wants you to go out in your chair, and if you can always do what you want to
do, perhaps\u8212?perhaps we might find some boy who would push you, and we could
go alone and it would always be a secret garden."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I should\u8212?like\u8212?that," he said very slowly, his eyes looking dreamy. "I
should like that. I should not mind fresh air in a secret
garden."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Mary began to recover her breath and feel safer because the idea of keeping the
secret seemed to please him. She felt almost sure that if she kept on talking and
could make him see the garden in his mind as she had seen it he would like it so
much that he could not bear to think that everybody might tramp into it when they
chose.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I'll tell you what I {\i
think} it would be like, if we could go into it," she said. "It has been shut up so
long things have grown into a tangle perhaps."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
He lay quite still and listened while she went on talking about the roses which {\i
might} have clambered from tree to tree and hung down\u8212?about the many birds
which {\i
might} have built their nests there because it was so safe. And then she told him
about the robin and Ben Weatherstaff, and there was so much to tell about the robin
and it was so easy and safe to talk about it that she ceased to feel afraid. The
robin pleased him so much that he smiled until he looked almost beautiful, and at
first Mary had thought that he was even plainer than herself, with his big eyes and
heavy locks of hair.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I did not know birds could be like that," he said. "But if you stay in a room you
never see things. What a lot of things you know. I feel as if you had been inside
that garden."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
She did not know what to say, so she did not say anything. He evidently did not
expect an answer and the next moment he gave her a
surprise.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I am going to let you look at something," he said. "Do you see that rose\u8211?
colored silk curtain hanging on the wall over the mantel\u8211?
piece?"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Mary had not noticed it before, but she looked up and saw it. It was a curtain of
soft silk hanging over what seemed to be some picture.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Yes," she answered.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"There is a cord hanging from it," said Colin. "Go and pull
it."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Mary got up, much mystified, and found the cord. When she pulled it the silk
curtain ran back on rings and when it ran back it uncovered a picture. It was the
picture of a girl with a laughing face. She had bright hair tied up with a blue
ribbon and her gay, lovely eyes were exactly like Colin's unhappy ones, agate gray
and looking twice as big as they really were because of the black lashes all round
them.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"She is my mother," said Colin complainingly. "I don't see why she died. Sometimes
I hate her for doing it."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"How queer!" said Mary.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"If she had lived I believe I should not have been ill always," he grumbled. "I
dare say I should have lived, too. And my father would not have hated to look at
me. I dare say I should have had a strong back. Draw the curtain
again."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Mary did as she was told and returned to her footstool.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"She is much prettier than you," she said, "but her eyes are just like yours\u8212?
at least they are the same shape and color. Why is the curtain drawn over
her?"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
He moved uncomfortably.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I made them do it," he said. "Sometimes I don't like to see her looking at me. She
smiles too much when I am ill and miserable. Besides, she is mine and I don't want
every one to see her."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
There were a few moments of silence and then Mary spoke.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"What would Mrs. Medlock do if she found out that I had been here?" she
inquired.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"She would do as I told her to do," he answered. "And I should tell her that I
wanted you to come here and talk to me every day. I am glad you
came."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"So am I," said Mary. "I will come as often as I can, but"\u8212?she
hesitated\u8212?"I shall have to look every day for the garden
door."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Yes, you must," said Colin, "and you can tell me about it
afterward."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
He lay thinking a few minutes, as he had done before, and then he spoke
again.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I think you shall be a secret, too," he said. "I will not tell them until they
find out. I can always send the nurse out of the room and say that I want to be by
myself. Do you know Martha?"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Yes, I know her very well," said Mary. "She waits on me."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar}
{
He nodded his head toward the outer corridor.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"She is the one who is asleep in the other room. The nurse went away yesterday to
stay all night with her sister and she always makes Martha attend to me when she
wants to go out. Martha shall tell you when to come here."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar}
{
Then Mary understood Martha's troubled look when she had asked questions about the
crying.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Martha knew about you all the time?" she said.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Yes; she often attends to me. The nurse likes to get away from me and then Martha
comes."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I have been here a long time," said Mary. "Shall I go away now? Your eyes look
sleepy."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I wish I could go to sleep before you leave me," he said rather
shyly.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Shut your eyes," said Mary, drawing her footstool closer, "and I will do what my
Ayah used to do in India. I will pat your hand and stroke it and sing something
quite low."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I should like that perhaps," he said drowsily.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Somehow she was sorry for him and did not want him to lie awake, so she leaned
against the bed and began to stroke and pat his hand and sing a very low little
chanting song in Hindustani.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"That is nice," he said more drowsily still, and she went on chanting and stroking,
but when she looked at him again his black lashes were lying close against his
cheeks, for his eyes were shut and he was fast asleep. So she got up softly, took
her candle and crept away without making a sound.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {\page }
{\qc
{\s1 \afs32
{\b
Chapter XIV\par\pard\plain\hyphpar}\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {\s3 \afs28
{\b
{\i
A Young
Rajah\par\pard\plain\hyphpar}\par\pard\plain\hyphpar}\par\pard\plain\hyphpar}
\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
The moor was hidden in mist when the morning came and the rain had not stopped
pouring down. There could be no going out of doors. Martha was so busy that Mary
had no opportunity of talking to her, but in the afternoon she asked her to come
and sit with her in the nursery. She came bringing the stocking she was always
knitting when she was doing nothing else.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"What's the matter with thee?" she asked as soon as they sat down. "Tha' looks as
if tha'd somethin' to say."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I have. I have found out what the crying was," said Mary.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar}
{
Martha let her knitting drop on her knee and gazed at her with startled
eyes.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Tha' hasn't!" she exclaimed. "Never!"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I heard it in the night," Mary went on. "And I got up and went to see where it
came from. It was Colin. I found him."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Martha's face became red with fright.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Eh! Miss Mary!" she said half crying. "Tha' shouldn't have done it\u8212?tha'
shouldn't! Tha'll get me in trouble. I never told thee nothin' about him\u8212?but
tha'll get me in trouble. I shall lose my place and what'll mother
do!"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"You won't lose your place," said Mary. "He was glad I came. We talked and talked
and he said he was glad I came."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Was he?" cried Martha. "Art tha' sure? Tha' doesn't know what he's like when
anything vexes him. He's a big lad to cry like a baby, but when he's in a passion
he'll fair scream just to frighten us. He knows us daren't call our souls our
own."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"He wasn't vexed," said Mary. "I asked him if I should go away and he made me stay.
He asked me questions and I sat on a big footstool and talked to him about India
and about the robin and gardens. He wouldn't let me go. He let me see his mother's
picture. Before I left him I sang him to sleep."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Martha fairly gasped with amazement.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I can scarcely believe thee!" she protested. "It's as if tha'd walked straight
into a lion's den. If he'd been like he is most times he'd have throwed himself
into one of his tantrums and roused th' house. He won't let strangers look at
him."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"He let me look at him. I looked at him all the time and he looked at me. We
stared!" said Mary.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I don't know what to do!" cried agitated Martha. "If Mrs. Medlock finds out,
she'll think I broke orders and told thee and I shall be packed back to
mother."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"He is not going to tell Mrs. Medlock anything about it yet. It's to be a sort of
secret just at first," said Mary firmly. "And he says everybody is obliged to do as
he pleases."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Aye, that's true enough\u8212?th' bad lad!" sighed Martha, wiping her forehead
with her apron.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"He says Mrs. Medlock must. And he wants me to come and talk to him every day. And
you are to tell me when he wants me."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Me!" said Martha; "I shall lose my place\u8212?I shall for
sure!"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"You can't if you are doing what he wants you to do and everybody is ordered to
obey him," Mary argued.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Does tha' mean to say," cried Martha with wide open eyes, "that he was nice to
thee!"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I think he almost liked me," Mary answered.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Then tha' must have bewitched him!" decided Martha, drawing a long
breath.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Do you mean Magic?" inquired Mary. "I've heard about Magic in India, but I can't
make it. I just went into his room and I was so surprised to see him I stood and
stared. And then he turned round and stared at me. And he thought I was a ghost or
a dream and I thought perhaps he was. And it was so queer being there alone
together in the middle of the night and not knowing about each other. And we began
to ask each other questions. And when I asked him if I must go away he said I must
not."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Th' world's comin' to a end!" gasped Martha.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"What is the matter with him?" asked Mary.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Nobody knows for sure and certain," said Martha. "Mr. Craven went off his head
like when he was born. Th' doctors thought he'd have to be put in a 'sylum. It was
because Mrs. Craven died like I told you. He wouldn't set eyes on th' baby. He just
raved and said it'd be another hunchback like him and it'd better
die."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Is Colin a hunchback?" Mary asked. "He didn't look like
one."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"He isn't yet," said Martha. "But he began all wrong. Mother said that there was
enough trouble and raging in th' house to set any child wrong. They was afraid his
back was weak an' they've always been takin' care of it\u8212?keepin' him lyin'
down and not lettin' him walk. Once they made him wear a brace but he fretted so he
was downright ill. Then a big doctor came to see him an' made them take it off. He
talked to th' other doctor quite rough\u8212?in a polite way. He said there'd been
too much medicine and too much lettin' him have his own
way."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I think he's a very spoiled boy," said Mary.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"He's th' worst young nowt as ever was!" said Martha. "I won't say as he hasn't
been ill a good bit. He's had coughs an' colds that's nearly killed him two or
three times. Once he had rheumatic fever an' once he had typhoid. Eh! Mrs. Medlock
did get a fright then. He'd been out of his head an' she was talkin' to th' nurse,
thinkin' he didn't know nothin', an' she said, 'He'll die this time sure enough,
an' best thing for him an' for everybody.' An' she looked at him an' there he was
with his big eyes open, starin' at her as sensible as she was herself. She didn't
know what'd happen but he just stared at her an' says, 'You give me some water an'
stop talkin'.'"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Do you think he will die?" asked Mary.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Mother says there's no reason why any child should live that gets no fresh air an'
doesn't do nothin' but lie on his back an' read picture\u8211?books an' take
medicine. He's weak and hates th' trouble o' bein' taken out o' doors, an' he gets
cold so easy he says it makes him ill."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Mary sat and looked at the fire.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I wonder," she said slowly, "if it would not do him good to go out into a garden
and watch things growing. It did me good."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"One of th' worst fits he ever had," said Martha, "was one time they took him out
where the roses is by the fountain. He'd been readin' in a paper about people
gettin' somethin' he called 'rose cold' an' he began to sneeze an' said he'd got it
an' then a new gardener as didn't know th' rules passed by an' looked at him
curious. He threw himself into a passion an' he said he'd looked at him because he
was going to be a hunchback. He cried himself into a fever an' was ill all
night."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"If he ever gets angry at me, I'll never go and see him again," said
Mary.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"He'll have thee if he wants thee," said Martha. "Tha' may as well know that at th'
start."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Very soon afterward a bell rang and she rolled up her
knitting.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I dare say th' nurse wants me to stay with him a bit," she said. "I hope he's in a
good temper."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
She was out of the room about ten minutes and then she came back with a puzzled
expression.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Well, tha' has bewitched him," she said. "He's up on his sofa with his
picture\u8211?books. He's told the nurse to stay away until six o'clock. I'm to
wait in the next room. Th' minute she was gone he called me to him an' says, 'I
want Mary Lennox to come and talk to me, and remember you're not to tell any one.'
You'd better go as quick as you can."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Mary was quite willing to go quickly. She did not want to see Colin as much as she
wanted to see Dickon, but she wanted to see him very much.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar}
{
There was a bright fire on the hearth when she entered his room, and in the
daylight she saw it was a very beautiful room indeed. There were rich colors in the
rugs and hangings and pictures and books on the walls which made it look glowing
and comfortable even in spite of the gray sky and falling rain. Colin looked rather
like a picture himself. He was wrapped in a velvet dressing\u8211?gown and sat
against a big brocaded cushion. He had a red spot on each
cheek.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Come in," he said. "I've been thinking about you all
morning."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I've been thinking about you, too," answered Mary. "You don't know how frightened
Martha is. She says Mrs. Medlock will think she told me about you and then she will
be sent away."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
He frowned.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Go and tell her to come here," he said. "She is in the next
room."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Mary went and brought her back. Poor Martha was shaking in her shoes. Colin was
still frowning.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Have you to do what I please or have you not?" he
demanded.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I have to do what you please, sir," Martha faltered, turning quite
red.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Has Medlock to do what I please?"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Everybody has, sir," said Martha.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Well, then, if I order you to bring Miss Mary to me, how can Medlock send you away
if she finds it out?"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Please don't let her, sir," pleaded Martha.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I'll send {\i
her} away if she dares to say a word about such a thing," said Master Craven
grandly. "She wouldn't like that, I can tell you."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Thank you, sir," bobbing a curtsy, "I want to do my duty,
sir."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"What I want is your duty," said Colin more grandly still. "I'll take care of you.
Now go away."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
When the door closed behind Martha, Colin found Mistress Mary gazing at him as if
he had set her wondering.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Why do you look at me like that?" he asked her. "What are you thinking
about?"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I am thinking about two things."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"What are they? Sit down and tell me."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"This is the first one," said Mary, seating herself on the big stool. "Once in
India I saw a boy who was a Rajah. He had rubies and emeralds and diamonds stuck
all over him. He spoke to his people just as you spoke to Martha. Everybody had to
do everything he told them\u8212?in a minute. I think they would have been killed
if they hadn't."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I shall make you tell me about Rajahs presently," he said, "but first tell me what
the second thing was."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I was thinking," said Mary, "how different you are from
Dickon."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Who is Dickon?" he said. "What a queer name!"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
She might as well tell him, she thought. She could talk about Dickon without
mentioning the secret garden. She had liked to hear Martha talk about him. Besides,
she longed to talk about him. It would seem to bring him
nearer.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"He is Martha's brother. He is twelve years old," she explained. "He is not like
any one else in the world. He can charm foxes and squirrels and birds just as the
natives in India charm snakes. He plays a very soft tune on a pipe and they come
and listen."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
There were some big books on a table at his side and he dragged one suddenly toward
him.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"There is a picture of a snake\u8211?charmer in this," he exclaimed. "Come and look
at it."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
The book was a beautiful one with superb colored illustrations and he turned to one
of them.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Can he do that?" he asked eagerly.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"He played on his pipe and they listened," Mary explained. "But he doesn't call it
Magic. He says it's because he lives on the moor so much and he knows their ways.
He says he feels sometimes as if he was a bird or a rabbit himself, he likes them
so. I think he asked the robin questions. It seemed as if they talked to each other
in soft chirps."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Colin lay back on his cushion and his eyes grew larger and larger and the spots on
his cheeks burned.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Tell me some more about him," he said.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"He knows all about eggs and nests," Mary went on. "And he knows where foxes and
badgers and otters live. He keeps them secret so that other boys won't find their
holes and frighten them. He knows about everything that grows or lives on the
moor."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Does he like the moor?" said Colin. "How can he when it's such a great, bare,
dreary place?"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"It's the most beautiful place," protested Mary. "Thousands of lovely things grow
on it and there are thousands of little creatures all busy building nests and
making holes and burrows and chippering or singing or squeaking to each other. They
are so busy and having such fun under the earth or in the trees or heather. It's
their world."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"How do you know all that?" said Colin, turning on his elbow to look at
her.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I have never been there once, really," said Mary suddenly remembering. "I only
drove over it in the dark. I thought it was hideous. Martha told me about it first
and then Dickon. When Dickon talks about it you feel as if you saw things and heard
them and as if you were standing in the heather with the sun shining and the gorse
smelling like honey\u8212?and all full of bees and
butterflies."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"You never see anything if you are ill," said Colin restlessly. He looked like a
person listening to a new sound in the distance and wondering what it
was.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"You can't if you stay in a room," said Mary.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I couldn't go on the moor," he said in a resentful tone.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Mary was silent for a minute and then she said something
bold.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"You might\u8212?sometime."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
He moved as if he were startled.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Go on the moor! How could I? I am going to die."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"How do you know?" said Mary unsympathetically. She didn't like the way he had of
talking about dying. She did not feel very sympathetic. She felt rather as if he
almost boasted about it.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Oh, I've heard it ever since I remember," he answered crossly. "They are always
whispering about it and thinking I don't notice. They wish I would,
too."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Mistress Mary felt quite contrary. She pinched her lips
together.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"If they wished I would," she said, "I wouldn't. Who wishes you
would?"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"The servants\u8212?and of course Dr. Craven because he would get Misselthwaite and
be rich instead of poor. He daren't say so, but he always looks cheerful when I am
worse. When I had typhoid fever his face got quite fat. I think my father wishes
it, too."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I don't believe he does," said Mary quite obstinately.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
That made Colin turn and look at her again.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Don't you?" he said.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
And then he lay back on his cushion and was still, as if he were thinking. And
there was quite a long silence. Perhaps they were both of them thinking strange
things children do not usually think of.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I like the grand doctor from London, because he made them take the iron thing
off," said Mary at last. "Did he say you were going to
die?"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"No."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"What did he say?"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"He didn't whisper," Colin answered. "Perhaps he knew I hated whispering. I heard
him say one thing quite aloud. He said, 'The lad might live if he would make up his
mind to it. Put him in the humor.' It sounded as if he was in a
temper."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I'll tell you who would put you in the humor, perhaps," said Mary reflecting. She
felt as if she would like this thing to be settled one way or the other. "I believe
Dickon would. He's always talking about live things. He never talks about dead
things or things that are ill. He's always looking up in the sky to watch birds
flying\u8212?or looking down at the earth to see something growing. He has such
round blue eyes and they are so wide open with looking about. And he laughs such a
big laugh with his wide mouth\u8212?and his cheeks are as red\u8212?as red as
cherries."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
She pulled her stool nearer to the sofa and her expression quite changed at the
remembrance of the wide curving mouth and wide open eyes.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"See here," she said. "Don't let us talk about dying; I don't like it. Let us talk
about living. Let us talk and talk about Dickon. And then we will look at your
pictures."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
It was the best thing she could have said. To talk about Dickon meant to talk about
the moor and about the cottage and the fourteen people who lived in it on sixteen
shillings a week\u8212?and the children who got fat on the moor grass like the wild
ponies. And about Dickon's mother\u8212?and the skipping\u8211?rope\u8212?and the
moor with the sun on it\u8212?and about pale green points sticking up out of the
black sod. And it was all so alive that Mary talked more than she had ever talked
before\u8212?and Colin both talked and listened as he had never done either before.
And they both began to laugh over nothings as children will when they are happy
together. And they laughed so that in the end they were making as much noise as if
they had been two ordinary healthy natural ten\u8211?year\u8211?old
creatures\u8212?instead of a hard, little, unloving girl and a sickly boy who
believed that he was going to die.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
They enjoyed themselves so much that they forgot the pictures and they forgot about
the time. They had been laughing quite loudly over Ben Weatherstaff and his robin
and Colin was actually sitting up as if he had forgotten about his weak back when
he suddenly remembered something.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Do you know there is one thing we have never once thought of," he said. "We are
cousins."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
It seemed so queer that they had talked so much and never remembered this simple
thing that they laughed more than ever, because they had got into the humor to
laugh at anything. And in the midst of the fun the door opened and in walked Dr.
Craven and Mrs. Medlock.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Dr. Craven started in actual alarm and Mrs. Medlock almost fell back because he had
accidentally bumped against her.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Good Lord!" exclaimed poor Mrs. Medlock, with her eyes almost starting out of her
head. "Good Lord!"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"What is this?" said Dr. Craven, coming forward. "What does it
mean?"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Then Mary was reminded of the boy Rajah again. Colin answered as if neither the
doctor's alarm nor Mrs. Medlock's terror were of the slightest consequence. He was
as little disturbed or frightened as if an elderly cat and dog had walked into the
room.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"This is my cousin, Mary Lennox," he said. "I asked her to come and talk to me. I
like her. She must come and talk to me whenever I send for
her."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Dr. Craven turned reproachfully to Mrs. Medlock.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Oh, sir," she panted. "I don't know how it's happened. There's not a servant on
the place that'd dare to talk\u8212?they all have their
orders."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Nobody told her anything," said Colin, "she heard me crying and found me herself.
I am glad she came. Don't be silly, Medlock."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Mary saw that Dr. Craven did not look pleased, but it was quite plain that he dare
not oppose his patient. He sat down by Colin and felt his
pulse.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I am afraid there has been too much excitement. Excitement is not good for you, my
boy," he said.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I should be excited if she kept away," answered Colin, his eyes beginning to look
dangerously sparkling. "I am better. She makes me better. The nurse must bring up
her tea with mine. We will have tea together."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Mrs. Medlock and Dr. Craven looked at each other in a troubled way, but there was
evidently nothing to be done.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"He does look rather better, sir," ventured Mrs. Medlock. "But"\u8212?thinking the
matter over\u8212?"he looked better this morning before she came into the
room."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"She came into the room last night. She stayed with me a long time. She sang a
Hindustani song to me and it made me go to sleep," said Colin. "I was better when I
wakened up. I wanted my breakfast. I want my tea now. Tell nurse,
Medlock."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Dr. Craven did not stay very long. He talked to the nurse for a few minutes when
she came into the room and said a few words of warning to Colin. He must not talk
too much; he must not forget that he was ill; he must not forget that he was very
easily tired. Mary thought that there seemed to be a number of uncomfortable things
he was not to forget.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Colin looked fretful and kept his strange black\u8211?lashed eyes fixed on Dr.
Craven's face.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I {\i
want} to forget it," he said at last. "She makes me forget it. That is why I want
her."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Dr. Craven did not look happy when he left the room. He gave a puzzled glance at
the little girl sitting on the large stool. She had become a stiff, silent child
again as soon as he entered and he could not see what the attraction was. The boy
actually did look brighter, however\u8212?and he sighed rather heavily as he went
down the corridor.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"They are always wanting me to eat things when I don't want to," said Colin, as the
nurse brought in the tea and put it on the table by the sofa. "Now, if you'll eat I
will. Those muffins look so nice and hot. Tell me about
Rajahs."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {\page } {\qc
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After another week of rain the high arch of blue sky appeared again and the sun
which poured down was quite hot. Though there had been no chance to see either the
secret garden or Dickon, Mistress Mary had enjoyed herself very much. The week had
not seemed long. She had spent hours of every day with Colin in his room, talking
about Rajahs or gardens or Dickon and the cottage on the moor. They had looked at
the splendid books and pictures and sometimes Mary had read things to Colin, and
sometimes he had read a little to her. When he was amused and interested she
thought he scarcely looked like an invalid at all, except that his face was so
colorless and he was always on the sofa.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"You are a sly young one to listen and get out of your bed to go following things
up like you did that night," Mrs. Medlock said once. "But there's no saying it's
not been a sort of blessing to the lot of us. He's not had a tantrum or a whining
fit since you made friends. The nurse was just going to give up the case because
she was so sick of him, but she says she doesn't mind staying now you've gone on
duty with her," laughing a little.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
In her talks with Colin, Mary had tried to be very cautious about the secret
garden. There were certain things she wanted to find out from him, but she felt
that she must find them out without asking him direct questions. In the first
place, as she began to like to be with him, she wanted to discover whether he was
the kind of boy you could tell a secret to. He was not in the least like Dickon,
but he was evidently so pleased with the idea of a garden no one knew anything
about that she thought perhaps he could be trusted. But she had not known him long
enough to be sure. The second thing she wanted to find out was this: If he could be
trusted\u8212?if he really could\u8212?wouldn't it be possible to take him to the
garden without having any one find it out? The grand doctor had said that he must
have fresh air and Colin had said that he would not mind fresh air in a secret
garden. Perhaps if he had a great deal of fresh air and knew Dickon and the robin
and saw things growing he might not think so much about dying. Mary had seen
herself in the glass sometimes lately when she had realized that she looked quite a
different creature from the child she had seen when she arrived from India. This
child looked nicer. Even Martha had seen a change in her.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Th' air from th' moor has done thee good already," she had said. "Tha'rt not nigh
so yeller and tha'rt not nigh so scrawny. Even tha' hair doesn't slamp down on tha'
head so flat. It's got some life in it so as it sticks out a
bit."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"It's like me," said Mary. "It's growing stronger and fatter. I'm sure there's more
of it."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"It looks it, for sure," said Martha, ruffling it up a little round her face.
"Tha'rt not half so ugly when it's that way an' there's a bit o' red in tha'
cheeks."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
If gardens and fresh air had been good for her perhaps they would be good for
Colin. But then, if he hated people to look at him, perhaps he would not like to
see Dickon.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Why does it make you angry when you are looked at?" she inquired one
day.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I always hated it," he answered, "even when I was very little. Then when they took
me to the seaside and I used to lie in my carriage everybody used to stare and
ladies would stop and talk to my nurse and then they would begin to whisper and I
knew then they were saying I shouldn't live to grow up. Then sometimes the ladies
would pat my cheeks and say 'Poor child!' Once when a lady did that I screamed out
loud and bit her hand. She was so frightened she ran away."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar}
{
"She thought you had gone mad like a dog," said Mary, not at all
admiringly.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I don't care what she thought," said Colin, frowning.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I wonder why you didn't scream and bite me when I came into your room?" said Mary.
Then she began to smile slowly.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I thought you were a ghost or a dream," he said. "You can't bite a ghost or a
dream, and if you scream they don't care."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Would you hate it if\u8212?if a boy looked at you?" Mary asked
uncertainly.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
He lay back on his cushion and paused thoughtfully.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"There's one boy," he said quite slowly, as if he were thinking over every word,
"there's one boy I believe I shouldn't mind. It's that boy who knows where the
foxes live\u8212?Dickon."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I'm sure you wouldn't mind him," said Mary.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"The birds don't and other animals," he said, still thinking it over, "perhaps
that's why I shouldn't. He's a sort of animal charmer and I am a boy
animal."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Then he laughed and she laughed too; in fact it ended in their both laughing a
great deal and finding the idea of a boy animal hiding in his hole very funny
indeed.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
What Mary felt afterward was that she need not fear about
Dickon.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
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On that first morning when the sky was blue again Mary wakened very early. The sun
was pouring in slanting rays through the blinds and there was something so joyous
in the sight of it that she jumped out of bed and ran to the window. She drew up
the blinds and opened the window itself and a great waft of fresh, scented air blew
in upon her. The moor was blue and the whole world looked as if something Magic had
happened to it. There were tender little fluting sounds here and there and
everywhere, as if scores of birds were beginning to tune up for a concert. Mary put
her hand out of the window and held it in the sun.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"It's warm\u8212?warm!" she said. "It will make the green points push up and up and
up, and it will make the bulbs and roots work and struggle with all their might
under the earth."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
She kneeled down and leaned out of the window as far as she could, breathing big
breaths and sniffing the air until she laughed because she remembered what Dickon's
mother had said about the end of his nose quivering like a
rabbit's.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"It must be very early," she said. "The little clouds are all pink and I've never
seen the sky look like this. No one is up. I don't even hear the stable
boys."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
A sudden thought made her scramble to her feet.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I can't wait! I am going to see the garden!"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
She had learned to dress herself by this time and she put on her clothes in five
minutes. She knew a small side door which she could unbolt herself and she flew
down\u8211?stairs in her stocking feet and put on her shoes in the hall. She
unchained and unbolted and unlocked and when the door was open she sprang across
the step with one bound, and there she was standing on the grass, which seemed to
have turned green, and with the sun pouring down on her and warm sweet wafts about
her and the fluting and twittering and singing coming from every bush and tree. She
clasped her hands for pure joy and looked up in the sky and it was so blue and pink
and pearly and white and flooded with springtime light that she felt as if she must
flute and sing aloud herself and knew that thrushes and robins and skylarks could
not possibly help it. She ran around the shrubs and paths toward the secret
garden.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"It is all different already," she said. "The grass is greener and things are
sticking up everywhere and things are uncurling and green buds of leaves are
showing. This afternoon I am sure Dickon will come."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
The long warm rain had done strange things to the herbaceous beds which bordered
the walk by the lower wall. There were things sprouting and pushing out from the
roots of clumps of plants and there were actually here and there glimpses of royal
purple and yellow unfurling among the stems of crocuses. Six months before Mistress
Mary would not have seen how the world was waking up, but now she missed
nothing.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
When she had reached the place where the door hid itself under the ivy, she was
startled by a curious loud sound. It was the caw\u8212?caw of a crow and it came
from the top of the wall, and when she looked up, there sat a big glossy\u8211?
plumaged blue\u8211?black bird, looking down at her very wisely indeed. She had
never seen a crow so close before and he made her a little nervous, but the next
moment he spread his wings and flapped away across the garden. She hoped he was not
going to stay inside and she pushed the door open wondering if he would. When she
got fairly into the garden she saw that he probably did intend to stay because he
had alighted on a dwarf apple\u8211?tree, and under the apple\u8211?tree was lying
a little reddish animal with a bushy tail, and both of them were watching the
stooping body and rust\u8211?red head of Dickon, who was kneeling on the grass
working hard.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Mary flew across the grass to him.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Oh, Dickon! Dickon!" she cried out. "How could you get here so early! How could
you! The sun has only just got up!"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
He got up himself, laughing and glowing, and tousled; his eyes like a bit of the
sky.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Eh!" he said. "I was up long before him. How could I have stayed abed! Th' world's
all fair begun again this mornin', it has. An' it's workin' an' hummin' an'
scratchin' an' pipin' an' nest\u8211?buildin' an' breathin' out scents, till you've
got to be out on it 'stead o' lyin' on your back. When th' sun did jump up, th'
moor went mad for joy, an' I was in the midst of th' heather, an' I run like mad
myself, shoutin' an' singin'. An' I come straight here. I couldn't have stayed
away. Why, th' garden was lyin' here waitin'!"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Mary put her hands on her chest, panting, as if she had been running
herself.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Oh, Dickon! Dickon!" she said. "I'm so happy I can scarcely
breathe!"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Seeing him talking to a stranger, the little bushy\u8211?tailed animal rose from
its place under the tree and came to him, and the rook, cawing once, flew down from
its branch and settled quietly on his shoulder.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"This is th' little fox cub," he said, rubbing the little reddish animal's head.
"It's named Captain. An' this here's Soot. Soot he flew across th' moor with me an'
Captain he run same as if th' hounds had been after him. They both felt same as I
did."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Neither of the creatures looked as if he were the least afraid of Mary. When Dickon
began to walk about, Soot stayed on his shoulder and Captain trotted quietly close
to his side.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"See here!" said Dickon. "See how these has pushed up, an' these an' these! An' Eh!
look at these here!"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
He threw himself upon his knees and Mary went down beside him. They had come upon a
whole clump of crocuses burst into purple and orange and gold. Mary bent her face
down and kissed and kissed them.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"You never kiss a person in that way," she said when she lifted her head. "Flowers
are so different."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
He looked puzzled but smiled.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Eh!" he said, "I've kissed mother many a time that way when I come in from th'
moor after a day's roamin' an' she stood there at th' door in th' sun, lookin' so
glad an' comfortable."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
They ran from one part of the garden to another and found so many wonders that they
were obliged to remind themselves that they must whisper or speak low. He showed
her swelling leaf\u8211?buds on rose branches which had seemed dead. He showed her
ten thousand new green points pushing through the mould. They put their eager young
noses close to the earth and sniffed its warmed springtime breathing; they dug and
pulled and laughed low with rapture until Mistress Mary's hair was as tumbled as
Dickon's and her cheeks were almost as poppy red as his.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
There was every joy on earth in the secret garden that morning, and in the midst of
them came a delight more delightful than all, because it was more wonderful.
Swiftly something flew across the wall and darted through the trees to a close
grown corner, a little flare of red\u8211?breasted bird with something hanging from
its beak. Dickon stood quite still and put his hand on Mary almost as if they had
suddenly found themselves laughing in a church.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"We munnot stir," he whispered in broad Yorkshire. "We munnot scarce breathe. I
knowed he was mate\u8211?huntin' when I seed him last. It's Ben Weatherstaff's
robin. He's buildin' his nest. He'll stay here if us don't flight
him."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
They settled down softly upon the grass and sat there without
moving.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Us mustn't seem as if us was watchin' him too close," said Dickon. "He'd be out
with us for good if he got th' notion us was interferin' now. He'll be a good bit
different till all this is over. He's settin' up housekeepin'. He'll be shyer an'
readier to take things ill. He's got no time for visitin' an' gossipin'. Us must
keep still a bit an' try to look as if us was grass an' trees an' bushes. Then when
he's got used to seein' us I'll chirp a bit an' he'll know us'll not be in his
way."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Mistress Mary was not at all sure that she knew, as Dickon seemed to, how to try to
look like grass and trees and bushes. But he had said the queer thing as if it were
the simplest and most natural thing in the world, and she felt it must be quite
easy to him, and indeed she watched him for a few minutes carefully, wondering if
it was possible for him to quietly turn green and put out branches and leaves. But
he only sat wonderfully still, and when he spoke dropped his voice to such a
softness that it was curious that she could hear him, but she
could.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"It's part o' th' springtime, this nest\u8211?buildin' is," he said. "I warrant
it's been goin' on in th' same way every year since th' world was begun. They've
got their way o' thinkin' and doin' things an' a body had better not meddle. You
can lose a friend in springtime easier than any other season if you're too
curious."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"If we talk about him I can't help looking at him," Mary said as softly as
possible. "We must talk of something else. There is something I want to tell
you."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"He'll like it better if us talks o' somethin' else," said Dickon. "What is it
tha's got to tell me?"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Well\u8212?do you know about Colin?" she whispered.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
He turned his head to look at her.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"What does tha' know about him?" he asked.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I've seen him. I have been to talk to him every day this week. He wants me to
come. He says I'm making him forget about being ill and dying," answered
Mary.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Dickon looked actually relieved as soon as the surprise died away from his round
face.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I am glad o' that," he exclaimed. "I'm right down glad. It makes me easier. I
knowed I must say nothin' about him an' I don't like havin' to hide
things."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Don't you like hiding the garden?" said Mary.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I'll never tell about it," he answered. "But I says to mother, 'Mother,' I says,
'I got a secret to keep. It's not a bad 'un, tha' knows that. It's no worse than
hidin' where a bird's nest is. Tha' doesn't mind it, does
tha'?'"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Mary always wanted to hear about mother.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"What did she say?" she asked, not at all afraid to hear.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Dickon grinned sweet\u8211?temperedly.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"It was just like her, what she said," he answered. "She give my head a bit of a
rub an' laughed an' she says, 'Eh, lad, tha' can have all th' secrets tha' likes.
I've knowed thee twelve year'.'"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"How did you know about Colin?" asked Mary.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Everybody as knowed about Mester Craven knowed there was a little lad as was like
to be a cripple, an' they knowed Mester Craven didn't like him to be talked about.
Folks is sorry for Mester Craven because Mrs. Craven was such a pretty young lady
an' they was so fond of each other. Mrs. Medlock stops in our cottage whenever she
goes to Thwaite an' she doesn't mind talkin' to mother before us children, because
she knows us has been brought up to be trusty. How did tha' find out about him?
Martha was in fine trouble th' last time she came home. She said tha'd heard him
frettin' an' tha' was askin' questions an' she didn't know what to
say."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Mary told him her story about the midnight wuthering of the wind which had wakened
her and about the faint far\u8211?off sounds of the complaining voice which had led
her down the dark corridors with her candle and had ended with her opening of the
door of the dimly lighted room with the carven four\u8211?posted bed in the corner.
When she described the small ivory\u8211?white face and the strange black\u8211?
rimmed eyes Dickon shook his head.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Them's just like his mother's eyes, only hers was always laughin', they say," he
said. "They say as Mr. Craven can't bear to see him when he's awake an' it's
because his eyes is so like his mother's an' yet looks so different in his
miserable bit of a face."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Do you think he wants him to die?" whispered Mary.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"No, but he wishes he'd never been born. Mother she says that's th' worst thing on
earth for a child. Them as is not wanted scarce ever thrives. Mester Craven he'd
buy anythin' as money could buy for th' poor lad but he'd like to forget as he's on
earth. For one thing, he's afraid he'll look at him some day and find he's growed
hunchback."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Colin's so afraid of it himself that he won't sit up," said Mary. "He says he's
always thinking that if he should feel a lump coming he should go crazy and scream
himself to death."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Eh! he oughtn't to lie there thinkin' things like that," said Dickon. "No lad
could get well as thought them sort o' things."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
The fox was lying on the grass close by him looking up to ask for a pat now and
then, and Dickon bent down and rubbed his neck softly and thought a few minutes in
silence. Presently he lifted his head and looked round the
garden.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"When first we got in here," he said, "it seemed like everything was gray. Look
round now and tell me if tha' doesn't see a difference."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Mary looked and caught her breath a little.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Why!" she cried, "the gray wall is changing. It is as if a green mist were
creeping over it. It's almost like a green gauze veil."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Aye," said Dickon. "An' it'll be greener and greener till th' gray's all gone. Can
tha' guess what I was thinkin'?"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I know it was something nice," said Mary eagerly. "I believe it was something
about Colin."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I was thinkin' that if he was out here he wouldn't be watchin' for lumps to grow
on his back; he'd be watchin' for buds to break on th' rose\u8211?bushes, an' he'd
likely be healthier," explained Dickon. "I was wonderin' if us could ever get him
in th' humor to come out here an' lie under th' trees in his
carriage."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I've been wondering that myself. I've thought of it almost every time I've talked
to him," said Mary. "I've wondered if he could keep a secret and I've wondered if
we could bring him here without any one seeing us. I thought perhaps you could push
his carriage. The doctor said he must have fresh air and if he wants us to take him
out no one dare disobey him. He won't go out for other people and perhaps they will
be glad if he will go out with us. He could order the gardeners to keep away so
they wouldn't find out."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Dickon was thinking very hard as he scratched Captain's
back.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"It'd be good for him, I'll warrant," he said. "Us'd not be thinkin' he'd better
never been born. Us'd be just two children watchin' a garden grow, an' he'd be
another. Two lads an' a little lass just lookin' on at th' springtime. I warrant
it'd be better than doctor's stuff."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"He's been lying in his room so long and he's always been so afraid of his back
that it has made him queer," said Mary. "He knows a good many things out of books
but he doesn't know anything else. He says he has been too ill to notice things and
he hates going out of doors and hates gardens and gardeners. But he likes to hear
about this garden because it is a secret. I daren't tell him much but he said he
wanted to see it."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Us'll have him out here sometime for sure," said Dickon. "I could push his
carriage well enough. Has tha' noticed how th' robin an' his mate has been workin'
while we've been sittin' here? Look at him perched on that branch wonderin' where
it'd be best to put that twig he's got in his beak."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
He made one of his low whistling calls and the robin turned his head and looked at
him inquiringly, still holding his twig. Dickon spoke to him as Ben Weatherstaff
did, but Dickon's tone was one of friendly advice.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Wheres'ever tha' puts it," he said, "it'll be all right. Tha' knew how to build
tha' nest before tha' came out o' th' egg. Get on with thee, lad. Tha'st got no
time to lose."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Oh, I do like to hear you talk to him!" Mary said, laughing delightedly. "Ben
Weatherstaff scolds him and makes fun of him, and he hops about and looks as if he
understood every word, and I know he likes it. Ben Weatherstaff says he is so
conceited he would rather have stones thrown at him than not be
noticed."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Dickon laughed too and went on talking.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Tha' knows us won't trouble thee," he said to the robin. "Us is near bein' wild
things ourselves. Us is nest\u8211?buildin' too, bless thee. Look out tha' doesn't
tell on us."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
And though the robin did not answer, because his beak was occupied, Mary knew that
when he flew away with his twig to his own corner of the garden the darkness of his
dew\u8211?bright eye meant that he would not tell their secret for the
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"I Won't!" Said
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They found a great deal to do that morning and Mary was late in returning to the
house and was also in such a hurry to get back to her work that she quite forgot
Colin until the last moment.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Tell Colin that I can't come and see him yet," she said to Martha. "I'm very busy
in the garden."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Martha looked rather frightened.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Eh! Miss Mary," she said, "it may put him all out of humor when I tell him
that."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
But Mary was not as afraid of him as other people were and she was not a
self\u8211?sacrificing person.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I can't stay," she answered. "Dickon's waiting for me;" and she ran
away.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
The afternoon was even lovelier and busier than the morning had been. Already
nearly all the weeds were cleared out of the garden and most of the roses and trees
had been pruned or dug about. Dickon had brought a spade of his own and he had
taught Mary to use all her tools, so that by this time it was plain that though the
lovely wild place was not likely to become a "gardener's garden" it would be a
wilderness of growing things before the springtime was
over.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"There'll be apple blossoms an' cherry blossoms overhead," Dickon said, working
away with all his might. "An' there'll be peach an' plum trees in bloom against th'
walls, an' th' grass'll be a carpet o' flowers."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
The little fox and the rook were as happy and busy as they were, and the robin and
his mate flew backward and forward like tiny streaks of lightning. Sometimes the
rook flapped his black wings and soared away over the tree\u8211?tops in the park.
Each time he came back and perched near Dickon and cawed several times as if he
were relating his adventures, and Dickon talked to him just as he had talked to the
robin. Once when Dickon was so busy that he did not answer him at first, Soot flew
on to his shoulders and gently tweaked his ear with his large beak. When Mary
wanted to rest a little Dickon sat down with her under a tree and once he took his
pipe out of his pocket and played the soft strange little notes and two squirrels
appeared on the wall and looked and listened.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Tha's a good bit stronger than tha' was," Dickon said, looking at her as she was
digging. "Tha's beginning to look different, for sure."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Mary was glowing with exercise and good spirits.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I'm getting fatter and fatter every day," she said quite exultantly. "Mrs. Medlock
will have to get me some bigger dresses. Martha says my hair is growing thicker. It
isn't so flat and stringy."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
The sun was beginning to set and sending deep gold\u8211?colored rays slanting
under the trees when they parted.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"It'll be fine to\u8211?morrow," said Dickon. "I'll be at work by
sunrise."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"So will I," said Mary.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
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She ran back to the house as quickly as her feet would carry her. She wanted to
tell Colin about Dickon's fox cub and the rook and about what the springtime had
been doing. She felt sure he would like to hear. So it was not very pleasant when
she opened the door of her room, to see Martha standing waiting for her with a
doleful face.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"What is the matter?" she asked. "What did Colin say when you told him I couldn't
come?"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Eh!" said Martha, "I wish tha'd gone. He was nigh goin' into one o' his tantrums.
There's been a nice to do all afternoon to keep him quiet. He would watch the clock
all th' time."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Mary's lips pinched themselves together. She was no more used to considering other
people than Colin was and she saw no reason why an ill\u8211?tempered boy should
interfere with the thing she liked best. She knew nothing about the pitifulness of
people who had been ill and nervous and who did not know that they could control
their tempers and need not make other people ill and nervous, too. When she had had
a headache in India she had done her best to see that everybody else also had a
headache or something quite as bad. And she felt she was quite right; but of course
now she felt that Colin was quite wrong.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
He was not on his sofa when she went into his room. He was lying flat on his back
in bed and he did not turn his head toward her as she came in. This was a bad
beginning and Mary marched up to him with her stiff manner.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar}
{
"Why didn't you get up?" she said.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I did get up this morning when I thought you were coming," he answered, without
looking at her. "I made them put me back in bed this afternoon. My back ached and
my head ached and I was tired. Why didn't you come?"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I was working in the garden with Dickon," said Mary.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Colin frowned and condescended to look at her.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I won't let that boy come here if you go and stay with him instead of coming to
talk to me," he said.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Mary flew into a fine passion. She could fly into a passion without making a noise.
She just grew sour and obstinate and did not care what
happened.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"If you send Dickon away, I'll never come into this room again!" she
retorted.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"You'll have to if I want you," said Colin.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I won't!" said Mary.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I'll make you," said Colin, "They shall drag you in."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Shall they, Mr. Rajah!" said Mary fiercely. "They may drag me in but they can't
make me talk when they get me here. I'll sit and clench my teeth and never tell you
one thing. I won't even look at you. I'll stare at the
floor!"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
They were a nice agreeable pair as they glared at each other. If they had been two
little street boys they would have sprung at each other and had a rough\u8211?
and\u8211?tumble fight. As it was, they did the next thing to
it.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"You are a selfish thing!" cried Colin.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"What are you?" said Mary. "Selfish people always say that. Any one is selfish who
doesn't do what they want. You're more selfish than I am. You're the most selfish
boy I ever saw."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I'm not!" snapped Colin. "I'm not as selfish as your fine Dickon is! He keeps you
playing in the dirt when he knows I am all by myself. He's selfish, if you
like!"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Mary's eyes flashed fire.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"He's nicer than any other boy that ever lived!" she said. "He's\u8212?he's like an
angel!" It might sound rather silly to say that but she did not
care.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"A nice angel!" Colin sneered ferociously. "He's a common cottage boy off the
moor!"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"He's better than a common Rajah!" retorted Mary. "He's a thousand times
better!"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Because she was the stronger of the two she was beginning to get the better of him.
The truth was that he had never had a fight with any one like himself in his life
and, upon the whole, it was rather good for him, though neither he nor Mary knew
anything about that. He turned his head on his pillow and shut his eyes and a big
tear was squeezed out and ran down his cheek. He was beginning to feel pathetic and
sorry for himself\u8212?not for any one else.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I'm not as selfish as you, because I'm always ill, and I'm sure there is a lump
coming on my back," he said. "And I am going to die
besides."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"You're not!" contradicted Mary unsympathetically.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
He opened his eyes quite wide with indignation. He had never heard such a thing
said before. He was at once furious and slightly pleased, if a person could be both
at the same time.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I'm not?" he cried. "I am! You know I am! Everybody says
so."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I don't believe it!" said Mary sourly. "You just say that to make people sorry. I
believe you're proud of it. I don't believe it! If you were a nice boy it might be
true\u8212?but you're too nasty!"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
In spite of his invalid back Colin sat up in bed in quite a healthy
rage.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Get out of the room!" he shouted and he caught hold of his pillow and threw it at
her. He was not strong enough to throw it far and it only fell at her feet, but
Mary's face looked as pinched as a nutcracker.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I'm going," she said. "And I won't come back!"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
She walked to the door and when she reached it she turned round and spoke
again.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I was going to tell you all sorts of nice things," she said. "Dickon brought his
fox and his rook and I was going to tell you all about them. Now I won't tell you a
single thing!"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
She marched out of the door and closed it behind her, and there to her great
astonishment she found the trained nurse standing as if she had been listening and,
more amazing still\u8212?she was laughing. She was a big handsome young woman who
ought not to have been a trained nurse at all, as she could not bear invalids and
she was always making excuses to leave Colin to Martha or any one else who would
take her place. Mary had never liked her, and she simply stood and gazed up at her
as she stood giggling into her handkerchief.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"What are you laughing at?" she asked her.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"At you two young ones," said the nurse. "It's the best thing that could happen to
the sickly pampered thing to have some one to stand up to him that's as spoiled as
himself;" and she laughed into her handkerchief again. "If he'd had a young vixen
of a sister to fight with it would have been the saving of
him."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Is he going to die?"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I don't know and I don't care," said the nurse. "Hysterics and temper are half
what ails him."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"What are hysterics?" asked Mary.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"You'll find out if you work him into a tantrum after this\u8212?but at any rate
you've given him something to have hysterics about, and I'm glad of
it."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Mary went back to her room not feeling at all as she had felt when she had come in
from the garden. She was cross and disappointed but not at all sorry for Colin. She
had looked forward to telling him a great many things and she had meant to try to
make up her mind whether it would be safe to trust him with the great secret. She
had been beginning to think it would be, but now she had changed her mind entirely.
She would never tell him and he could stay in his room and never get any fresh air
and die if he liked! It would serve him right! She felt so sour and unrelenting
that for a few minutes she almost forgot about Dickon and the green veil creeping
over the world and the soft wind blowing down from the
moor.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Martha was waiting for her and the trouble in her face had been temporarily
replaced by interest and curiosity. There was a wooden box on the table and its
cover had been removed and revealed that it was full of neat
packages.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Mr. Craven sent it to you," said Martha. "It looks as if it had picture\u8211?
books in it."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Mary remembered what he had asked her the day she had gone to his room. "Do you
want anything\u8212?dolls\u8212?toys\u8212?books?" She opened the package wondering
if he had sent a doll, and also wondering what she should do with it if he had. But
he had not sent one. There were several beautiful books such as Colin had, and two
of them were about gardens and were full of pictures. There were two or three games
and there was a beautiful little writing\u8211?case with a gold monogram on it and
a gold pen and inkstand.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Everything was so nice that her pleasure began to crowd her anger out of her mind.
She had not expected him to remember her at all and her hard little heart grew
quite warm.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I can write better than I can print," she said, "and the first thing I shall write
with that pen will be a letter to tell him I am much
obliged."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
If she had been friends with Colin she would have run to show him her presents at
once, and they would have looked at the pictures and read some of the gardening
books and perhaps tried playing the games, and he would have enjoyed himself so
much he would never once have thought he was going to die or have put his hand on
his spine to see if there was a lump coming. He had a way of doing that which she
could not bear. It gave her an uncomfortable frightened feeling because he always
looked so frightened himself. He said that if he felt even quite a little lump some
day he should know his hunch had begun to grow. Something he had heard Mrs. Medlock
whispering to the nurse had given him the idea and he had thought over it in secret
until it was quite firmly fixed in his mind. Mrs. Medlock had said his father's
back had begun to show its crookedness in that way when he was a child. He had
never told any one but Mary that most of his "tantrums" as they called them grew
out of his hysterical hidden fear. Mary had been sorry for him when he had told
her.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"He always began to think about it when he was cross or tired," she said to
herself. "And he has been cross to\u8211?day. Perhaps\u8212?perhaps he has been
thinking about it all afternoon."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
She stood still, looking down at the carpet and thinking.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I said I would never go back again\u8212?" she hesitated, knitting her
brows\u8212?"but perhaps, just perhaps, I will go and see\u8212?if he wants
me\u8212?in the morning. Perhaps he'll try to throw his pillow at me again,
but\u8212?I think\u8212?I'll go."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {\page } {\qc
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{\b
{\i
A
Tantrum\par\pard\plain\hyphpar}\par\pard\plain\hyphpar}\par\pard\plain\hyphpar}
\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
She had got up very early in the morning and had worked hard in the garden and she
was tired and sleepy, so as soon as Martha had brought her supper and she had eaten
it, she was glad to go to bed. As she laid her head on the pillow she murmured to
herself:\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I'll go out before breakfast and work with Dickon and then afterward\u8212?I
believe\u8212?I'll go to see him."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
She thought it was the middle of the night when she was wakened by such dreadful
sounds that she jumped out of bed in an instant. What was it\u8212?what was it? The
next minute she felt quite sure she knew. Doors were opened and shut and there were
hurrying feet in the corridors and some one was crying and screaming at the same
time, screaming and crying in a horrible way.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"It's Colin," she said. "He's having one of those tantrums the nurse called
hysterics. How awful it sounds."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
As she listened to the sobbing screams she did not wonder that people were so
frightened that they gave him his own way in everything rather than hear them. She
put her hands over her ears and felt sick and shivering.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I don't know what to do. I don't know what to do," she kept saying. "I can't bear
it."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Once she wondered if he would stop if she dared go to him and then she remembered
how he had driven her out of the room and thought that perhaps the sight of her
might make him worse. Even when she pressed her hands more tightly over her ears
she could not keep the awful sounds out. She hated them so and was so terrified by
them that suddenly they began to make her angry and she felt as if she should like
to fly into a tantrum herself and frighten him as he was frightening her. She was
not used to any one's tempers but her own. She took her hands from her ears and
sprang up and stamped her foot.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"He ought to be stopped! Somebody ought to make him stop! Somebody ought to beat
him!" she cried out.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Just then she heard feet almost running down the corridor and her door opened and
the nurse came in. She was not laughing now by any means. She even looked rather
pale.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"He's worked himself into hysterics," she said in a great hurry. "He'll do himself
harm. No one can do anything with him. You come and try, like a good child. He
likes you."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"He turned me out of the room this morning," said Mary, stamping her foot with
excitement.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
The stamp rather pleased the nurse. The truth was that she had been afraid she
might find Mary crying and hiding her head under the bed\u8211?
clothes.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"That's right," she said. "You're in the right humor. You go and scold him. Give
him something new to think of. Do go, child, as quick as ever you
can."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
It was not until afterward that Mary realized that the thing had been funny as well
as dreadful\u8212?that it was funny that all the grown\u8211?up people were so
frightened that they came to a little girl just because they guessed she was almost
as bad as Colin himself.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
She flew along the corridor and the nearer she got to the screams the higher her
temper mounted. She felt quite wicked by the time she reached the door. She slapped
it open with her hand and ran across the room to the four\u8211?posted
bed.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"You stop!" she almost shouted. "You stop! I hate you! Everybody hates you! I wish
everybody would run out of the house and let you scream yourself to death! You {\i
will} scream yourself to death in a minute, and I wish you
would!"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
A nice sympathetic child could neither have thought nor said such things, but it
just happened that the shock of hearing them was the best possible thing for this
hysterical boy whom no one had ever dared to restrain or
contradict.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
He had been lying on his face beating his pillow with his hands and he actually
almost jumped around, he turned so quickly at the sound of the furious little
voice. His face looked dreadful, white and red and swollen, and he was gasping and
choking; but savage little Mary did not care an atom.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"If you scream another scream," she said, "I'll scream too\u8212?and I can scream
louder than you can and I'll frighten you, I'll frighten
you!"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
He actually had stopped screaming because she had startled him so. The scream which
had been coming almost choked him. The tears were streaming down his face and he
shook all over.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I can't stop!" he gasped and sobbed. "I can't\u8212?I
can't!"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"You can!" shouted Mary. "Half that ails you is hysterics and temper\u8212?just
hysterics\u8212?hysterics\u8212?hysterics!" and she stamped each time she said
it.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I felt the lump\u8212?I felt it," choked out Colin. "I knew I should. I shall have
a hunch on my back and then I shall die," and he began to writhe again and turned
on his face and sobbed and wailed but he didn't scream.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"You didn't feel a lump!" contradicted Mary fiercely. "If you did it was only a
hysterical lump. Hysterics makes lumps. There's nothing the matter with your horrid
back\u8212?nothing but hysterics! Turn over and let me look at
it!"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
She liked the word "hysterics" and felt somehow as if it had an effect on him. He
was probably like herself and had never heard it before.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Nurse," she commanded, "come here and show me his back this
minute!"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
The nurse, Mrs. Medlock and Martha had been standing huddled together near the door
staring at her, their mouths half open. All three had gasped with fright more than
once. The nurse came forward as if she were half afraid. Colin was heaving with
great breathless sobs.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Perhaps he\u8212?he won't let me," she hesitated in a low
voice.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Colin heard her, however, and he gasped out between two
sobs:\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Sh\u8212?show her! She\u8212?she'll see then!"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
It was a poor thin back to look at when it was bared. Every rib could be counted
and every joint of the spine, though Mistress Mary did not count them as she bent
over and examined them with a solemn savage little face. She looked so sour and
old\u8211?fashioned that the nurse turned her head aside to hide the twitching of
her mouth. There was just a minute's silence, for even Colin tried to hold his
breath while Mary looked up and down his spine, and down and up, as intently as if
she had been the great doctor from London.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"There's not a single lump there!" she said at last. "There's not a lump as big as
a pin\u8212?except backbone lumps, and you can only feel them because you're thin.
I've got backbone lumps myself, and they used to stick out as much as yours do,
until I began to get fatter, and I am not fat enough yet to hide them. There's not
a lump as big as a pin! If you ever say there is again, I shall
laugh!"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
No one but Colin himself knew what effect those crossly spoken childish words had
on him. If he had ever had any one to talk to about his secret terrors\u8212?if he
had ever dared to let himself ask questions\u8212?if he had had childish companions
and had not lain on his back in the huge closed house, breathing an atmosphere
heavy with the fears of people who were most of them ignorant and tired of him, he
would have found out that most of his fright and illness was created by himself.
But he had lain and thought of himself and his aches and weariness for hours and
days and months and years. And now that an angry unsympathetic little girl insisted
obstinately that he was not as ill as he thought he was he actually felt as if she
might be speaking the truth.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I didn't know," ventured the nurse, "that he thought he had a lump on his spine.
His back is weak because he won't try to sit up. I could have told him there was no
lump there."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Colin gulped and turned his face a little to look at her.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"C\u8211?could you?" he said pathetically.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Yes, sir."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"There!" said Mary, and she gulped too.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Colin turned on his face again and but for his long\u8211?drawn broken breaths,
which were the dying down of his storm of sobbing, he lay still for a minute,
though great tears streamed down his face and wet the pillow. Actually the tears
meant that a curious great relief had come to him. Presently he turned and looked
at the nurse again and strangely enough he was not like a Rajah at all as he spoke
to her.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Do you think\u8212?I could\u8212?live to grow up?" he
said.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
The nurse was neither clever nor soft\u8211?hearted but she could repeat some of
the London doctor's words.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"You probably will if you will do what you are told to do and not give way to your
temper, and stay out a great deal in the fresh air."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Colin's tantrum had passed and he was weak and worn out with crying and this
perhaps made him feel gentle. He put out his hand a little toward Mary, and I am
glad to say that, her own tantrum having passed, she was softened too and met him
half\u8211?way with her hand, so that it was a sort of making
up.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I'll\u8212?I'll go out with you, Mary," he said. "I shan't hate fresh air if we
can find\u8212?" He remembered just in time to stop himself from saying "if we can
find the secret garden" and he ended, "I shall like to go out with you if Dickon
will come and push my chair. I do so want to see Dickon and the fox and the
crow."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
The nurse remade the tumbled bed and shook and straightened the pillows. Then she
made Colin a cup of beef tea and gave a cup to Mary, who really was very glad to
get it after her excitement. Mrs. Medlock and Martha gladly slipped away, and after
everything was neat and calm and in order the nurse looked as if she would very
gladly slip away also. She was a healthy young woman who resented being robbed of
her sleep and she yawned quite openly as she looked at Mary, who had pushed her big
footstool close to the four\u8211?posted bed and was holding Colin's
hand.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"You must go back and get your sleep out," she said. "He'll drop off after a
while\u8212?if he's not too upset. Then I'll lie down myself in the next
room."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Would you like me to sing you that song I learned from my Ayah?" Mary whispered to
Colin.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
His hand pulled hers gently and he turned his tired eyes on her
appealingly.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Oh, yes!" he answered. "It's such a soft song. I shall go to sleep in a
minute."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I will put him to sleep," Mary said to the yawning nurse. "You can go if you
like."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Well," said the nurse, with an attempt at reluctance. "If he doesn't go to sleep
in half an hour you must call me."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Very well," answered Mary.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
The nurse was out of the room in a minute and as soon as she was gone Colin pulled
Mary's hand again.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I almost told," he said; "but I stopped myself in time. I won't talk and I'll go
to sleep, but you said you had a whole lot of nice things to tell me. Have
you\u8212?do you think you have found out anything at all about the way into the
secret garden?"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Mary looked at his poor little tired face and swollen eyes and her heart
relented.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Ye\u8211?es," she answered, "I think I have. And if you will go to sleep I will
tell you to\u8211?morrow."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
His hand quite trembled.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Oh, Mary!" he said. "Oh, Mary! If I could get into it I think I should live to
grow up! Do you suppose that instead of singing the Ayah song\u8212?you could just
tell me softly as you did that first day what you imagine it looks like inside? I
am sure it will make me go to sleep."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Yes," answered Mary. "Shut your eyes."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
He closed his eyes and lay quite still and she held his hand and began to speak
very slowly and in a very low voice.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I think it has been left alone so long\u8212?that it has grown all into a lovely
tangle. I think the roses have climbed and climbed and climbed until they hang from
the branches and walls and creep over the ground\u8212?almost like a strange gray
mist. Some of them have died but many\u8212?are alive and when the summer comes
there will be curtains and fountains of roses. I think the ground is full of
daffodils and snowdrops and lilies and iris working their way out of the dark. Now
the spring has begun\u8212?perhaps\u8212?perhaps\u8212?"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
The soft drone of her voice was making him stiller and stiller and she saw it and
went on.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Perhaps they are coming up through the grass\u8212?perhaps there are clusters of
purple crocuses and gold ones\u8212?even now. Perhaps the leaves are beginning to
break out and uncurl\u8212?and perhaps\u8212?the gray is changing and a green gauze
veil is creeping\u8212?and creeping over\u8212?everything. And the birds are coming
to look at it\u8212?because it is\u8212?so safe and still. And perhaps\u8212?
perhaps\u8212?perhaps\u8212?" very softly and slowly indeed, "the robin has found a
mate\u8212?and is building a nest."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
And Colin was asleep.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {\page } {\qc
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{\i
"Tha' Munnot Waste No
Time"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar}\par\pard\plain\hyphpar}\par\pard\plain\hyphpar}
\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Of course Mary did not waken early the next morning. She slept late because she was
tired, and when Martha brought her breakfast she told her that though Colin was
quite quiet he was ill and feverish as he always was after he had worn himself out
with a fit of crying. Mary ate her breakfast slowly as she
listened.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"He says he wishes tha' would please go and see him as soon as tha' can," Martha
said. "It's queer what a fancy he's took to thee. Tha' did give it him last night
for sure\u8212?didn't tha'? Nobody else would have dared to do it. Eh! poor lad!
He's been spoiled till salt won't save him. Mother says as th' two worst things as
can happen to a child is never to have his own way\u8212?or always to have it. She
doesn't know which is th' worst. Tha' was in a fine temper tha'self, too. But he
says to me when I went into his room, 'Please ask Miss Mary if she'll please come
an' talk to me?' Think o' him saying please! Will you go,
Miss?"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I'll run and see Dickon first," said Mary. "No, I'll go and see Colin first and
tell him\u8212?I know what I'll tell him," with a sudden
inspiration.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
She had her hat on when she appeared in Colin's room and for a second he looked
disappointed. He was in bed and his face was pitifully white and there were dark
circles round his eyes.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I'm glad you came," he said. "My head aches and I ache all over because I'm so
tired. Are you going somewhere?"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Mary went and leaned against his bed.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I won't be long," she said. "I'm going to Dickon, but I'll come back. Colin,
it's\u8212?it's something about the secret garden."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
His whole face brightened and a little color came into it.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar}
{
"Oh! is it!" he cried out. "I dreamed about it all night. I heard you say something
about gray changing into green, and I dreamed I was standing in a place all filled
with trembling little green leaves\u8212?and there were birds on nests everywhere
and they looked so soft and still. I'll lie and think about it until you come
back."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
In five minutes Mary was with Dickon in their garden. The fox and the crow were
with him again and this time he had brought two tame
squirrels.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I came over on the pony this mornin'," he said. "Eh! he is a good little
chap\u8212?Jump is! I brought these two in my pockets. This here one he's called
Nut an' this here other one's called Shell."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
When he said "Nut" one squirrel leaped on to his right shoulder and when he said
"Shell" the other one leaped on to his left shoulder.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
When they sat down on the grass with Captain curled at their feet, Soot solemnly
listening on a tree and Nut and Shell nosing about close to them, it seemed to Mary
that it would be scarcely bearable to leave such delightfulness, but when she began
to tell her story somehow the look in Dickon's funny face gradually changed her
mind. She could see he felt sorrier for Colin than she did. He looked up at the sky
and all about him.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Just listen to them birds\u8212?th' world seems full of 'em\u8212?all whistlin'
an' pipin'," he said. "Look at 'em dartin' about, an' hearken at 'em callin' to
each other. Come springtime seems like as if all th' world's callin'. The leaves is
uncurlin' so you can see 'em\u8212?an', my word, th' nice smells there is about!"
sniffing with his happy turned\u8211?up nose. "An' that poor lad lyin' shut up an'
seein' so little that he gets to thinkin' o' things as sets him screamin'. Eh! my!
we mun get him out here\u8212?we mun get him watchin' an' listenin' an' sniffin' up
th' air an' get him just soaked through wi' sunshine. An' we munnot lose no time
about it."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
When he was very much interested he often spoke quite broad Yorkshire though at
other times he tried to modify his dialect so that Mary could better understand.
But she loved his broad Yorkshire and had in fact been trying to learn to speak it
herself. So she spoke a little now.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Aye, that we mun," she said (which meant "Yes, indeed, we must"). "I'll tell thee
what us'll do first," she proceeded, and Dickon grinned, because when the little
wench tried to twist her tongue into speaking Yorkshire it amused him very much.
"He's took a graidely fancy to thee. He wants to see thee and he wants to see Soot
an' Captain. When I go back to the house to talk to him I'll ax him if tha' canna'
come an' see him to\u8211?morrow mornin'\u8212?an' bring tha' creatures wi'
thee\u8212?an' then\u8212?in a bit, when there's more leaves out, an' happen a bud
or two, we'll get him to come out an' tha' shall push him in his chair an' we'll
bring him here an' show him everything."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
When she stopped she was quite proud of herself. She had never made a long speech
in Yorkshire before and she had remembered very well.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Tha' mun talk a bit o' Yorkshire like that to Mester Colin," Dickon chuckled.
"Tha'll make him laugh an' there's nowt as good for ill folk as laughin' is. Mother
says she believes as half a hour's good laugh every mornin' 'ud cure a chap as was
makin' ready for typhus fever."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I'm going to talk Yorkshire to him this very day," said Mary, chuckling
herself.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
The garden had reached the time when every day and every night it seemed as if
Magicians were passing through it drawing loveliness out of the earth and the
boughs with wands. It was hard to go away and leave it all, particularly as Nut had
actually crept on to her dress and Shell had scrambled down the trunk of the
apple\u8211?tree they sat under and stayed there looking at her with inquiring
eyes. But she went back to the house and when she sat down close to Colin's bed he
began to sniff as Dickon did though not in such an experienced
way.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"You smell like flowers and\u8212?and fresh things," he cried out quite joyously.
"What is it you smell of? It's cool and warm and sweet all at the same
time."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"It's th' wind from th' moor," said Mary. "It comes o' sittin' on th' grass under a
tree wi' Dickon an' wi' Captain an' Soot an' Nut an' Shell. It's th' springtime an'
out o' doors an' sunshine as smells so graidely."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
She said it as broadly as she could, and you do not know how broadly Yorkshire
sounds until you have heard some one speak it. Colin began to
laugh.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"What are you doing?" he said. "I never heard you talk like that before. How funny
it sounds."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I'm givin' thee a bit o' Yorkshire," answered Mary triumphantly. "I canna' talk as
graidely as Dickon an' Martha can but tha' sees I can shape a bit. Doesn't tha'
understand a bit o' Yorkshire when tha' hears it? An' tha' a Yorkshire lad thysel'
bred an' born! Eh! I wonder tha'rt not ashamed o' thy
face."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
And then she began to laugh too and they both laughed until they could not stop
themselves and they laughed until the room echoed and Mrs. Medlock opening the door
to come in drew back into the corridor and stood listening
amazed.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Well, upon my word!" she said, speaking rather broad Yorkshire herself because
there was no one to hear her and she was so astonished. "Whoever heard th' like!
Whoever on earth would ha' thought it!"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
There was so much to talk about. It seemed as if Colin could never hear enough of
Dickon and Captain and Soot and Nut and Shell and the pony whose name was Jump.
Mary had run round into the wood with Dickon to see Jump. He was a tiny little
shaggy moor pony with thick locks hanging over his eyes and with a pretty face and
a nuzzling velvet nose. He was rather thin with living on moor grass but he was as
tough and wiry as if the muscle in his little legs had been made of steel springs.
He had lifted his head and whinnied softly the moment he saw Dickon and he had
trotted up to him and put his head across his shoulder and then Dickon had talked
into his ear and Jump had talked back in odd little whinnies and puffs and snorts.
Dickon had made him give Mary his small front hoof and kiss her on her cheek with
his velvet muzzle.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Does he really understand everything Dickon says?" Colin
asked.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"It seems as if he does," answered Mary. "Dickon says anything will understand if
you're friends with it for sure, but you have to be friends for
sure."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Colin lay quiet a little while and his strange gray eyes seemed to be staring at
the wall, but Mary saw he was thinking.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I wish I was friends with things," he said at last, "but I'm not. I never had
anything to be friends with, and I can't bear people."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Can't you bear me?" asked Mary.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Yes, I can," he answered. "It's very funny but I even like
you."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Ben Weatherstaff said I was like him," said Mary. "He said he'd warrant we'd both
got the same nasty tempers. I think you are like him too. We are all three
alike\u8212?you and I and Ben Weatherstaff. He said we were neither of us much to
look at and we were as sour as we looked. But I don't feel as sour as I used to
before I knew the robin and Dickon."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Did you feel as if you hated people?"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Yes," answered Mary without any affectation. "I should have detested you if I had
seen you before I saw the robin and Dickon."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Colin put out his thin hand and touched her.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Mary," he said, "I wish I hadn't said what I did about sending Dickon away. I
hated you when you said he was like an angel and I laughed at you but\u8212?but
perhaps he is."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Well, it was rather funny to say it," she admitted frankly, "because his nose does
turn up and he has a big mouth and his clothes have patches all over them and he
talks broad Yorkshire, but\u8212?but if an angel did come to Yorkshire and live on
the moor\u8212?if there was a Yorkshire angel\u8212?I believe he'd understand the
green things and know how to make them grow and he would know how to talk to the
wild creatures as Dickon does and they'd know he was friends for
sure."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I shouldn't mind Dickon looking at me," said Colin; "I want to see
him."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I'm glad you said that," answered Mary, "because\u8212?
because\u8212?"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Quite suddenly it came into her mind that this was the minute to tell him. Colin
knew something new was coming.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Because what?" he cried eagerly.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Mary was so anxious that she got up from her stool and came to him and caught hold
of both his hands.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Can I trust you? I trusted Dickon because birds trusted him. Can I trust
you\u8212?for sure\u8212?{\i
for sure}?" she implored.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Her face was so solemn that he almost whispered his answer.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar}
{
"Yes\u8212?yes!"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Well, Dickon will come to see you to\u8211?morrow morning, and he'll bring his
creatures with him."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Oh! Oh!" Colin cried out in delight.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"But that's not all," Mary went on, almost pale with solemn excitement. "The rest
is better. There is a door into the garden. I found it. It is under the ivy on the
wall."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
If he had been a strong healthy boy Colin would probably have shouted "Hooray!
Hooray! Hooray!" but he was weak and rather hysterical; his eyes grew bigger and
bigger and he gasped for breath.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Oh! Mary!" he cried out with a half sob. "Shall I see it? Shall I get into it?
Shall I {\i
live} to get into it?" and he clutched her hands and dragged her toward
him.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Of course you'll see it!" snapped Mary indignantly. "Of course you'll live to get
into it! Don't be silly!"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
And she was so un\u8211?hysterical and natural and childish that she brought him to
his senses and he began to laugh at himself and a few minutes afterward she was
sitting on her stool again telling him not what she imagined the secret garden to
be like but what it really was, and Colin's aches and tiredness were forgotten and
he was listening enraptured.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"It is just what you thought it would be," he said at last. "It sounds just as if
you had really seen it. You know I said that when you told me
first."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Mary hesitated about two minutes and then boldly spoke the
truth.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I had seen it\u8212?and I had been in," she said. "I found the key and got in
weeks ago. But I daren't tell you\u8212?I daren't because I was so afraid I
couldn't trust you\u8212?{\i
for sure}!"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {\page } {\qc
{\s1 \afs32
{\b
Chapter XIX\par\pard\plain\hyphpar}\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {\s3 \afs28
{\b
{\i
"It Has
Come!"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar}\par\pard\plain\hyphpar}\par\pard\plain\hyphpar}
\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Of course Dr. Craven had been sent for the morning after Colin had had his tantrum.
He was always sent for at once when such a thing occurred and he always found, when
he arrived, a white shaken boy lying on his bed, sulky and still so hysterical that
he was ready to break into fresh sobbing at the least word. In fact, Dr. Craven
dreaded and detested the difficulties of these visits. On this occasion he was away
from Misselthwaite Manor until afternoon.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"How is he?" he asked Mrs. Medlock rather irritably when he arrived. "He will break
a blood\u8211?vessel in one of those fits some day. The boy is half insane with
hysteria and self\u8211?indulgence."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Well, sir," answered Mrs. Medlock, "you'll scarcely believe your eyes when you see
him. That plain sour\u8211?faced child that's almost as bad as himself has just
bewitched him. How she's done it there's no telling. The Lord knows she's nothing
to look at and you scarcely ever hear her speak, but she did what none of us dare
do. She just flew at him like a little cat last night, and stamped her feet and
ordered him to stop screaming, and somehow she startled him so that he actually did
stop, and this afternoon\u8212?well just come up and see, sir. It's past
crediting."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
The scene which Dr. Craven beheld when he entered his patient's room was indeed
rather astonishing to him. As Mrs. Medlock opened the door he heard laughing and
chattering. Colin was on his sofa in his dressing\u8211?gown and he was sitting up
quite straight looking at a picture in one of the garden books and talking to the
plain child who at that moment could scarcely be called plain at all because her
face was so glowing with enjoyment.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Those long spires of blue ones\u8212?we'll have a lot of those," Colin was
announcing. "They're called Del\u8211?phin\u8211?iums."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Dickon says they're larkspurs made big and grand," cried Mistress Mary. "There are
clumps there already."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Then they saw Dr. Craven and stopped. Mary became quite still and Colin looked
fretful.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I am sorry to hear you were ill last night, my boy," Dr. Craven said a trifle
nervously. He was rather a nervous man.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I'm better now\u8212?much better," Colin answered, rather like a Rajah. "I'm going
out in my chair in a day or two if it is fine. I want some fresh
air."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Dr. Craven sat down by him and felt his pulse and looked at him
curiously.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"It must be a very fine day," he said, "and you must be very careful not to tire
yourself."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Fresh air won't tire me," said the young Rajah.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
As there had been occasions when this same young gentleman had shrieked aloud with
rage and had insisted that fresh air would give him cold and kill him, it is not to
be wondered at that his doctor felt somewhat startled.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I thought you did not like fresh air," he said.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I don't when I am by myself," replied the Rajah; "but my cousin is going out with
me."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"And the nurse, of course?" suggested Dr. Craven.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"No, I will not have the nurse," so magnificently that Mary could not help
remembering how the young native Prince had looked with his diamonds and emeralds
and pearls stuck all over him and the great rubies on the small dark hand he had
waved to command his servants to approach with salaams and receive his
orders.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"My cousin knows how to take care of me. I am always better when she is with me.
She made me better last night. A very strong boy I know will push my
carriage."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Dr. Craven felt rather alarmed. If this tiresome hysterical boy should chance to
get well he himself would lose all chance of inheriting Misselthwaite; but he was
not an unscrupulous man, though he was a weak one, and he did not intend to let him
run into actual danger.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"He must be a strong boy and a steady boy," he said. "And I must know something
about him. Who is he? What is his name?"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"It's Dickon," Mary spoke up suddenly. She felt somehow that everybody who knew the
moor must know Dickon. And she was right, too. She saw that in a moment Dr.
Craven's serious face relaxed into a relieved smile.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Oh, Dickon," he said. "If it is Dickon you will be safe enough. He's as strong as
a moor pony, is Dickon."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"And he's trusty," said Mary. "He's th' trustiest lad i' Yorkshire." She had been
talking Yorkshire to Colin and she forgot herself.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Did Dickon teach you that?" asked Dr. Craven, laughing
outright.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I'm learning it as if it was French," said Mary rather coldly. "It's like a native
dialect in India. Very clever people try to learn them. I like it and so does
Colin."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Well, well," he said. "If it amuses you perhaps it won't do you any harm. Did you
take your bromide last night, Colin?"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"No," Colin answered. "I wouldn't take it at first and after Mary made me quiet she
talked me to sleep\u8212?in a low voice\u8212?about the spring creeping into a
garden."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"That sounds soothing," said Dr. Craven, more perplexed than ever and glancing
sideways at Mistress Mary sitting on her stool and looking down silently at the
carpet. "You are evidently better, but you must
remember\u8212?"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I don't want to remember," interrupted the Rajah, appearing again. "When I lie by
myself and remember I begin to have pains everywhere and I think of things that
make me begin to scream because I hate them so. If there was a doctor anywhere who
could make you forget you were ill instead of remembering it I would have him
brought here." And he waved a thin hand which ought really to have been covered
with royal signet rings made of rubies. "It is because my cousin makes me forget
that she makes me better."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Dr. Craven had never made such a short stay after a "tantrum"; usually he was
obliged to remain a very long time and do a great many things. This afternoon he
did not give any medicine or leave any new orders and he was spared any
disagreeable scenes. When he went down\u8211?stairs he looked very thoughtful and
when he talked to Mrs. Medlock in the library she felt that he was a much puzzled
man.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Well, sir," she ventured, "could you have believed it?"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"It is certainly a new state of affairs," said the doctor. "And there's no denying
it is better than the old one."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I believe Susan Sowerby's right\u8212?I do that," said Mrs. Medlock. "I stopped in
her cottage on my way to Thwaite yesterday and had a bit of talk with her. And she
says to me, 'Well, Sarah Ann, she mayn't be a good child, an' she mayn't be a
pretty one, but she's a child, an' children needs children.' We went to school
together, Susan Sowerby and me."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"She's the best sick nurse I know," said Dr. Craven. "When I find her in a cottage
I know the chances are that I shall save my patient."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Mrs. Medlock smiled. She was fond of Susan Sowerby.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"She's got a way with her, has Susan," she went on quite volubly. "I've been
thinking all morning of one thing she said yesterday. She says, 'Once when I was
givin' th' children a bit of a preach after they'd been fightin' I ses to 'em all,
"When I was at school my jography told as th' world was shaped like a orange an' I
found out before I was ten that th' whole orange doesn't belong to nobody. No one
owns more than his bit of a quarter an' there's times it seems like there's not
enow quarters to go round. But don't you\u8212?none o' you\u8212?think as you own
th' whole orange or you'll find out you're mistaken, an' you won't find it out
without hard knocks." What children learns from children,' she says, 'is that
there's no sense in grabbin' at th' whole orange\u8212?peel an' all. If you do
you'll likely not get even th' pips, an' them's too bitter to
eat.'"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"She's a shrewd woman," said Dr. Craven, putting on his
coat.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Well, she's got a way of saying things," ended Mrs. Medlock, much pleased.
"Sometimes I've said to her, 'Eh! Susan, if you was a different woman an' didn't
talk such broad Yorkshire I've seen the times when I should have said you was
clever.'"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
{\qc
{\i
} {\i
} *\par\pard\plain\hyphpar}\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
That night Colin slept without once awakening and when he opened his eyes in the
morning he lay still and smiled without knowing it\u8212?smiled because he felt so
curiously comfortable. It was actually nice to be awake, and he turned over and
stretched his limbs luxuriously. He felt as if tight strings which had held him had
loosened themselves and let him go. He did not know that Dr. Craven would have said
that his nerves had relaxed and rested themselves. Instead of lying and staring at
the wall and wishing he had not awakened, his mind was full of the plans he and
Mary had made yesterday, of pictures of the garden and of Dickon and his wild
creatures. It was so nice to have things to think about. And he had not been awake
more than ten minutes when he heard feet running along the corridor and Mary was at
the door. The next minute she was in the room and had run across to his bed,
bringing with her a waft of fresh air full of the scent of the
morning.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"You've been out! You've been out! There's that nice smell of leaves!" he
cried.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
She had been running and her hair was loose and blown and she was bright with the
air and pink\u8211?cheeked, though he could not see it.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"It's so beautiful!" she said, a little breathless with her speed. "You never saw
anything so beautiful! It has {\i
come}! I thought it had come that other morning, but it was only coming. It is here
now! It has come, the Spring! Dickon says so!"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Has it?" cried Colin, and though he really knew nothing about it he felt his heart
beat. He actually sat up in bed.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Open the window!" he added, laughing half with joyful excitement and half at his
own fancy. "Perhaps we may hear golden trumpets!"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
And though he laughed, Mary was at the window in a moment and in a moment more it
was opened wide and freshness and softness and scents and birds' songs were pouring
through.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"That's fresh air," she said. "Lie on your back and draw in long breaths of it.
That's what Dickon does when he's lying on the moor. He says he feels it in his
veins and it makes him strong and he feels as if he could live forever and ever.
Breathe it and breathe it."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
She was only repeating what Dickon had told her, but she caught Colin's
fancy.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"'Forever and ever'! Does it make him feel like that?" he said, and he did as she
told him, drawing in long deep breaths over and over again until he felt that
something quite new and delightful was happening to him.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Mary was at his bedside again.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Things are crowding up out of the earth," she ran on in a hurry. "And there are
flowers uncurling and buds on everything and the green veil has covered nearly all
the gray and the birds are in such a hurry about their nests for fear they may be
too late that some of them are even fighting for places in the secret garden. And
the rose\u8211?bushes look as wick as wick can be, and there are primroses in the
lanes and woods, and the seeds we planted are up, and Dickon has brought the fox
and the crow and the squirrels and a new\u8211?born lamb."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar}
{
And then she paused for breath. The new\u8211?born lamb Dickon had found three days
before lying by its dead mother among the gorse bushes on the moor. It was not the
first motherless lamb he had found and he knew what to do with it. He had taken it
to the cottage wrapped in his jacket and he had let it lie near the fire and had
fed it with warm milk. It was a soft thing with a darling silly baby face and legs
rather long for its body. Dickon had carried it over the moor in his arms and its
feeding bottle was in his pocket with a squirrel, and when Mary had sat under a
tree with its limp warmness huddled on her lap she had felt as if she were too full
of strange joy to speak. A lamb\u8212?a lamb! A living lamb who lay on your lap
like a baby!\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
She was describing it with great joy and Colin was listening and drawing in long
breaths of air when the nurse entered. She started a little at the sight of the
open window. She had sat stifling in the room many a warm day because her patient
was sure that open windows gave people cold.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Are you sure you are not chilly, Master Colin?" she
inquired.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"No," was the answer. "I am breathing long breaths of fresh air. It makes you
strong. I am going to get up to the sofa for breakfast and my cousin will have
breakfast with me."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
The nurse went away, concealing a smile, to give the order for two breakfasts. She
found the servants' hall a more amusing place than the invalid's chamber and just
now everybody wanted to hear the news from up\u8211?stairs. There was a great deal
of joking about the unpopular young recluse who, as the cook said, "had found his
master, and good for him." The servants' hall had been very tired of the tantrums,
and the butler, who was a man with a family, had more than once expressed his
opinion that the invalid would be all the better "for a good
hiding."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
When Colin was on his sofa and the breakfast for two was put upon the table he made
an announcement to the nurse in his most Rajah\u8211?like
manner.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"A boy, and a fox, and a crow, and two squirrels, and a new\u8211?born lamb, are
coming to see me this morning. I want them brought up\u8211?stairs as soon as they
come," he said. "You are not to begin playing with the animals in the servants'
hall and keep them there. I want them here."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
The nurse gave a slight gasp and tried to conceal it with a
cough.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Yes, sir," she answered.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I'll tell you what you can do," added Colin, waving his hand. "You can tell Martha
to bring them here. The boy is Martha's brother. His name is Dickon and he is an
animal charmer."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I hope the animals won't bite, Master Colin," said the
nurse.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I told you he was a charmer," said Colin austerely. "Charmers' animals never
bite."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"There are snake\u8211?charmers in India," said Mary; "and they can put their
snakes' heads in their mouths."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Goodness!" shuddered the nurse.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
They ate their breakfast with the morning air pouring in upon them. Colin's
breakfast was a very good one and Mary watched him with serious
interest.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"You will begin to get fatter just as I did," she said. "I never wanted my
breakfast when I was in India and now I always want it."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I wanted mine this morning," said Colin. "Perhaps it was the fresh air. When do
you think Dickon will come?"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
He was not long in coming. In about ten minutes Mary held up her
hand.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Listen!" she said. "Did you hear a caw?"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Colin listened and heard it, the oddest sound in the world to hear inside a house,
a hoarse "caw\u8211?caw."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Yes," he answered.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"That's Soot," said Mary. "Listen again! Do you hear a bleat\u8212?a tiny
one?"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Oh, yes!" cried Colin, quite flushing.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"That's the new\u8211?born lamb," said Mary. "He's coming."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar}
{
Dickon's moorland boots were thick and clumsy and though he tried to walk quietly
they made a clumping sound as he walked through the long corridors. Mary and Colin
heard him marching\u8212?marching, until he passed through the tapestry door on to
the soft carpet of Colin's own passage.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"If you please, sir," announced Martha, opening the door, "if you please, sir,
here's Dickon an' his creatures."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {\qc

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"DICKON CAME IN SMILING HIS NICEST WIDE SMILE."\u8212?Page
251\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} \par\pard\plain\hyphpar} \par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Dickon came in smiling his nicest wide smile. The new\u8211?born lamb was in his
arms and the little red fox trotted by his side. Nut sat on his left shoulder and
Soot on his right and Shell's head and paws peeped out of his coat
pocket.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Colin slowly sat up and stared and stared\u8212?as he had stared when he first saw
Mary; but this was a stare of wonder and delight. The truth was that in spite of
all he had heard he had not in the least understood what this boy would be like and
that his fox and his crow and his squirrels and his lamb were so near to him and
his friendliness that they seemed almost to be part of himself. Colin had never
talked to a boy in his life and he was so overwhelmed by his own pleasure and
curiosity that he did not even think of speaking.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
But Dickon did not feel the least shy or awkward. He had not felt embarrassed
because the crow had not known his language and had only stared and had not spoken
to him the first time they met. Creatures were always like that until they found
out about you. He walked over to Colin's sofa and put the new\u8211?born lamb
quietly on his lap, and immediately the little creature turned to the warm velvet
dressing\u8211?gown and began to nuzzle and nuzzle into its folds and butt its
tight\u8211?curled head with soft impatience against his side. Of course no boy
could have helped speaking then.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"What is it doing?" cried Colin. "What does it want?"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"It wants its mother," said Dickon, smiling more and more. "I brought it to thee a
bit hungry because I knowed tha'd like to see it feed."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
He knelt down by the sofa and took a feeding\u8211?bottle from his
pocket.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Come on, little 'un," he said, turning the small woolly white head with a gentle
brown hand. "This is what tha's after. Tha'll get more out o' this than tha' will
out o' silk velvet coats. There now," and he pushed the rubber tip of the bottle
into the nuzzling mouth and the lamb began to suck it with ravenous
ecstasy.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
After that there was no wondering what to say. By the time the lamb fell asleep
questions poured forth and Dickon answered them all. He told them how he had found
the lamb just as the sun was rising three mornings ago. He had been standing on the
moor listening to a skylark and watching him swing higher and higher into the sky
until he was only a speck in the heights of blue.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I'd almost lost him but for his song an' I was wonderin' how a chap could hear it
when it seemed as if he'd get out o' th' world in a minute\u8212?an' just then I
heard somethin' else far off among th' gorse bushes. It was a weak bleatin' an' I
knowed it was a new lamb as was hungry an' I knowed it wouldn't be hungry if it
hadn't lost its mother somehow, so I set off searchin'. Eh! I did have a look for
it. I went in an' out among th' gorse bushes an' round an' round an' I always
seemed to take th' wrong turnin'. But at last I seed a bit o' white by a rock on
top o' th' moor an' I climbed up an' found th' little 'un half dead wi' cold an'
clemmin'."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
While he talked, Soot flew solemnly in and out of the open window and cawed remarks
about the scenery while Nut and Shell made excursions into the big trees outside
and ran up and down trunks and explored branches. Captain curled up near Dickon,
who sat on the hearth\u8211?rug from preference.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
They looked at the pictures in the gardening books and Dickon knew all the flowers
by their country names and knew exactly which ones were already growing in the
secret garden.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I couldna' say that there name," he said, pointing to one under which was written
"Aquilegia," "but us calls that a columbine, an' that there one it's a snapdragon
and they both grow wild in hedges, but these is garden ones an' they're bigger an'
grander. There's some big clumps o' columbine in th' garden. They'll look like a
bed o' blue an' white butterflies flutterin' when they're
out."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I'm going to see them," cried Colin. "I am going to see
them!"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Aye, that tha' mun," said Mary quite seriously. "An tha' munnot lose no time about
it."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {\page } {\qc
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"I Shall Live Forever--and Ever--and
Ever!"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar}\par\pard\plain\hyphpar}\par\pard\plain\hyphpar}
\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
But they were obliged to wait more than a week because first there came some very
windy days and then Colin was threatened with a cold, which two things happening
one after the other would no doubt have thrown him into a rage but that there was
so much careful and mysterious planning to do and almost every day Dickon came in,
if only for a few minutes, to talk about what was happening on the moor and in the
lanes and hedges and on the borders of streams. The things he had to tell about
otters' and badgers' and water\u8211?rats' houses, not to mention birds' nests and
field\u8211?mice and their burrows, were enough to make you almost tremble with
excitement when you heard all the intimate details from an animal charmer and
realized with what thrilling eagerness and anxiety the whole busy underworld was
working.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"They're same as us," said Dickon, "only they have to build their homes every year.
An' it keeps 'em so busy they fair scuffle to get 'em
done."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
The most absorbing thing, however, was the preparations to be made before Colin
could be transported with sufficient secrecy to the garden. No one must see the
chair\u8211?carriage and Dickon and Mary after they turned a certain corner of the
shrubbery and entered upon the walk outside the ivied walls. As each day passed,
Colin had become more and more fixed in his feeling that the mystery surrounding
the garden was one of its greatest charms. Nothing must spoil that. No one must
ever suspect that they had a secret. People must think that he was simply going out
with Mary and Dickon because he liked them and did not object to their looking at
him. They had long and quite delightful talks about their route. They would go up
this path and down that one and cross the other and go round among the fountain
flower\u8211?beds as if they were looking at the "bedding\u8211?out plants" the
head gardener, Mr. Roach, had been having arranged. That would seem such a rational
thing to do that no one would think it at all mysterious. They would turn into the
shrubbery walks and lose themselves until they came to the long walls. It was
almost as serious and elaborately thought out as the plans of march made by great
generals in time of war.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Rumors of the new and curious things which were occurring in the invalid's
apartments had of course filtered through the servants' hall into the stable yards
and out among the gardeners, but notwithstanding this, Mr. Roach was startled one
day when he received orders from Master Colin's room to the effect that he must
report himself in the apartment no outsider had ever seen, as the invalid himself
desired to speak to him.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Well, well," he said to himself as he hurriedly changed his coat, "what's to do
now? His Royal Highness that wasn't to be looked at calling up a man he's never set
eyes on."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Mr. Roach was not without curiosity. He had never caught even a glimpse of the boy
and had heard a dozen exaggerated stories about his uncanny looks and ways and his
insane tempers. The thing he had heard oftenest was that he might die at any moment
and there had been numerous fanciful descriptions of a humped back and helpless
limbs, given by people who had never seen him.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Things are changing in this house, Mr. Roach," said Mrs. Medlock, as she led him
up the back staircase to the corridor on to which opened the hitherto mysterious
chamber.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Let's hope they're changing for the better, Mrs. Medlock," he
answered.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"They couldn't well change for the worse," she continued; "and queer as it all is
there's them as finds their duties made a lot easier to stand up under. Don't you
be surprised, Mr. Roach, if you find yourself in the middle of a menagerie and
Martha Sowerby's Dickon more at home than you or me could ever
be."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
There really was a sort of Magic about Dickon, as Mary always privately believed.
When Mr. Roach heard his name he smiled quite leniently.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"He'd be at home in Buckingham Palace or at the bottom of a coal mine," he said.
"And yet it's not impudence, either. He's just fine, is that
lad."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
It was perhaps well he had been prepared or he might have been startled. When the
bedroom door was opened a large crow, which seemed quite at home perched on the
high back of a carven chair, announced the entrance of a visitor by saying
"Caw\u8212?Caw" quite loudly. In spite of Mrs. Medlock's warning, Mr. Roach only
just escaped being sufficiently undignified to jump
backward.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
The young Rajah was neither in bed nor on his sofa. He was sitting in an armchair
and a young lamb was standing by him shaking its tail in feeding\u8211?lamb fashion
as Dickon knelt giving it milk from its bottle. A squirrel was perched on Dickon's
bent back attentively nibbling a nut. The little girl from India was sitting on a
big footstool looking on.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Here is Mr. Roach, Master Colin," said Mrs. Medlock.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
The young Rajah turned and looked his servitor over\u8212?at least that was what
the head gardener felt happened.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Oh, you are Roach, are you?" he said. "I sent for you to give you some very
important orders."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Very good, sir," answered Roach, wondering if he was to receive instructions to
fell all the oaks in the park or to transform the orchards into water\u8211?
gardens.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I am going out in my chair this afternoon," said Colin. "If the fresh air agrees
with me I may go out every day. When I go, none of the gardeners are to be anywhere
near the Long Walk by the garden walls. No one is to be there. I shall go out about
two o'clock and every one must keep away until I send word that they may go back to
their work."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Very good, sir," replied Mr. Roach, much relieved to hear that the oaks might
remain and that the orchards were safe.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Mary," said Colin, turning to her, "what is that thing you say in India when you
have finished talking and want people to go?"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"You say, 'You have my permission to go,'" answered Mary.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
The Rajah waved his hand.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"You have my permission to go, Roach," he said. "But, remember, this is very
important."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Caw\u8212?Caw!" remarked the crow hoarsely but not
impolitely.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Very good, sir. Thank you, sir," said Mr. Roach, and Mrs. Medlock took him out of
the room.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Outside in the corridor, being a rather good\u8211?natured man, he smiled until he
almost laughed.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"My word!" he said, "he's got a fine lordly way with him, hasn't he? You'd think he
was a whole Royal Family rolled into one\u8212?Prince Consort and
all."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Eh!" protested Mrs. Medlock, "we've had to let him trample all over every one of
us ever since he had feet and he thinks that's what folks was born
for."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Perhaps he'll grow out of it, if he lives," suggested Mr.
Roach.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Well, there's one thing pretty sure," said Mrs. Medlock. "If he does live and that
Indian child stays here I'll warrant she teaches him that the whole orange does not
belong to him, as Susan Sowerby says. And he'll be likely to find out the size of
his own quarter."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Inside the room Colin was leaning back on his cushions.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"It's all safe now," he said. "And this afternoon I shall see it\u8212?this
afternoon I shall be in it!"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Dickon went back to the garden with his creatures and Mary stayed with Colin. She
did not think he looked tired but he was very quiet before their lunch came and he
was quiet while they were eating it. She wondered why and asked him about
it.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"What big eyes you've got, Colin," she said. "When you are thinking they get as big
as saucers. What are you thinking about now?"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I can't help thinking about what it will look like," he
answered.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"The garden?" asked Mary.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"The springtime," he said. "I was thinking that I've really never seen it before. I
scarcely ever went out and when I did go I never looked at it. I didn't even think
about it."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I never saw it in India because there wasn't any," said
Mary.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Shut in and morbid as his life had been, Colin had more imagination than she had
and at least he had spent a good deal of time looking at wonderful books and
pictures.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"That morning when you ran in and said 'It's come! It's come!' you made me feel
quite queer. It sounded as if things were coming with a great procession and big
bursts and wafts of music. I've a picture like it in one of my books\u8212?crowds
of lovely people and children with garlands and branches with blossoms on them,
every one laughing and dancing and crowding and playing on pipes. That was why I
said, 'Perhaps we shall hear golden trumpets' and told you to throw open the
window."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"How funny!" said Mary. "That's really just what it feels like. And if all the
flowers and leaves and green things and birds and wild creatures danced past at
once, what a crowd it would be! I'm sure they'd dance and sing and flute and that
would be the wafts of music."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
They both laughed but it was not because the idea was laughable but because they
both so liked it.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
A little later the nurse made Colin ready. She noticed that instead of lying like a
log while his clothes were put on he sat up and made some efforts to help himself,
and he talked and laughed with Mary all the time.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"This is one of his good days, sir," she said to Dr. Craven, who dropped in to
inspect him. "He's in such good spirits that it makes him
stronger."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I'll call in again later in the afternoon, after he has come in," said Dr. Craven.
"I must see how the going out agrees with him. I wish," in a very low voice, "that
he would let you go with him."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I'd rather give up the case this moment, sir, than even stay here while it's
suggested," answered the nurse with sudden firmness.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I hadn't really decided to suggest it," said the doctor, with his slight
nervousness. "We'll try the experiment. Dickon's a lad I'd trust with a new\u8211?
born child."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
The strongest footman in the house carried Colin down\u8211?stairs and put him in
his wheeled chair near which Dickon waited outside. After the manservant had
arranged his rugs and cushions the Rajah waved his hand to him and to the
nurse.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"You have my permission to go," he said, and they both disappeared quickly and it
must be confessed giggled when they were safely inside the
house.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Dickon began to push the wheeled chair slowly and steadily. Mistress Mary walked
beside it and Colin leaned back and lifted his face to the sky. The arch of it
looked very high and the small snowy clouds seemed like white birds floating on
outspread wings below its crystal blueness. The wind swept in soft big breaths down
from the moor and was strange with a wild clear scented sweetness. Colin kept
lifting his thin chest to draw it in, and his big eyes looked as if it were they
which were listening\u8212?listening, instead of his ears.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar}
{
"There are so many sounds of singing and humming and calling out," he said. "What
is that scent the puffs of wind bring?"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"It's gorse on th' moor that's openin' out," answered Dickon. "Eh! th' bees are at
it wonderful to\u8211?day."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Not a human creature was to be caught sight of in the paths they took. In fact
every gardener or gardener's lad had been witched away. But they wound in and out
among the shrubbery and out and round the fountain beds, following their carefully
planned route for the mere mysterious pleasure of it. But when at last they turned
into the Long Walk by the ivied walls the excited sense of an approaching thrill
made them, for some curious reason they could not have explained, begin to speak in
whispers.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"This is it," breathed Mary. "This is where I used to walk up and down and wonder
and wonder."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Is it?" cried Colin, and his eyes began to search the ivy with eager curiousness.
"But I can see nothing," he whispered. "There is no door."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar}
{
"That's what I thought," said Mary.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Then there was a lovely breathless silence and the chair wheeled
on.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"That is the garden where Ben Weatherstaff works," said
Mary.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Is it?" said Colin.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
A few yards more and Mary whispered again.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"This is where the robin flew over the wall," she said.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Is it?" cried Colin. "Oh! I wish he'd come again!"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"And that," said Mary with solemn delight, pointing under a big lilac bush, "is
where he perched on the little heap of earth and showed me the
key."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Then Colin sat up.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Where? Where? There?" he cried, and his eyes were as big as the wolf's in Red
Riding\u8211?Hood, when Red Riding\u8211?Hood felt called upon to remark on them.
Dickon stood still and the wheeled chair stopped.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"And this," said Mary, stepping on to the bed close to the ivy, "is where I went to
talk to him when he chirped at me from the top of the wall. And this is the ivy the
wind blew back," and she took hold of the hanging green
curtain.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Oh! is it\u8212?is it!" gasped Colin.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"And here is the handle, and here is the door. Dickon push him in\u8212?push him in
quickly!"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
And Dickon did it with one strong, steady, splendid push.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
But Colin had actually dropped back against his cushions, even though he gasped
with delight, and he had covered his eyes with his hands and held them there
shutting out everything until they were inside and the chair stopped as if by magic
and the door was closed. Not till then did he take them away and look round and
round and round as Dickon and Mary had done. And over walls and earth and trees and
swinging sprays and tendrils the fair green veil of tender little leaves had crept,
and in the grass under the trees and the gray urns in the alcoves and here and
there everywhere were touches or splashes of gold and purple and white and the
trees were showing pink and snow above his head and there were fluttering of wings
and faint sweet pipes and humming and scents and scents. And the sun fell warm upon
his face like a hand with a lovely touch. And in wonder Mary and Dickon stood and
stared at him. He looked so strange and different because a pink glow of color had
actually crept all over him\u8212?ivory face and neck and hands and
all.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I shall get well! I shall get well!" he cried out. "Mary! Dickon! I shall get
well! And I shall live forever and ever and ever!"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {\page }
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Ben
Weatherstaff\par\pard\plain\hyphpar}\par\pard\plain\hyphpar}\par\pard\plain\hyphpar
} \par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
One of the strange things about living in the world is that it is only now and then
one is quite sure one is going to live forever and ever and ever. One knows it
sometimes when one gets up at the tender solemn dawn\u8211?time and goes out and
stands alone and throws one's head far back and looks up and up and watches the
pale sky slowly changing and flushing and marvelous unknown things happening until
the East almost makes one cry out and one's heart stands still at the strange
unchanging majesty of the rising of the sun\u8212?which has been happening every
morning for thousands and thousands and thousands of years. One knows it then for a
moment or so. And one knows it sometimes when one stands by oneself in a wood at
sunset and the mysterious deep gold stillness slanting through and under the
branches seems to be saying slowly again and again something one cannot quite hear,
however much one tries. Then sometimes the immense quiet of the dark blue at night
with millions of stars waiting and watching makes one sure; and sometimes a sound
of far\u8211?off music makes it true; and sometimes a look in some one's
eyes.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
And it was like that with Colin when he first saw and heard and felt the Springtime
inside the four high walls of a hidden garden. That afternoon the whole world
seemed to devote itself to being perfect and radiantly beautiful and kind to one
boy. Perhaps out of pure heavenly goodness the spring came and crowded everything
it possibly could into that one place. More than once Dickon paused in what he was
doing and stood still with a sort of growing wonder in his eyes, shaking his head
softly.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Eh! it is graidely," he said. "I'm twelve goin' on thirteen an' there's a lot o'
afternoons in thirteen years, but seems to me like I never seed one as graidely as
this 'ere."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Aye, it is a graidely one," said Mary, and she sighed for mere joy. "I'll warrant
it's th' graidelest one as ever was in this world."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Does tha' think," said Colin with dreamy carefulness, "as happen it was made loike
this 'ere all o' purpose for me?"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"My word!" cried Mary admiringly, "that there is a bit o' good Yorkshire. Tha'rt
shapin' first\u8211?rate\u8212?that tha' art."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
And delight reigned.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
They drew the chair under the plum\u8211?tree, which was snow\u8211?white with
blossoms and musical with bees. It was like a king's canopy, a fairy king's. There
were flowering cherry\u8211?trees near and apple\u8211?trees whose buds were pink
and white, and here and there one had burst open wide. Between the blossoming
branches of the canopy bits of blue sky looked down like wonderful
eyes.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Mary and Dickon worked a little here and there and Colin watched them. They brought
him things to look at\u8212?buds which were opening, buds which were tight closed,
bits of twig whose leaves were just showing green, the feather of a woodpecker
which had dropped on the grass, the empty shell of some bird early hatched. Dickon
pushed the chair slowly round and round the garden, stopping every other moment to
let him look at wonders springing out of the earth or trailing down from trees. It
was like being taken in state round the country of a magic king and queen and shown
all the mysterious riches it contained.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I wonder if we shall see the robin?" said Colin.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Tha'll see him often enow after a bit," answered Dickon. "When th' eggs hatches
out th' little chap he'll be kep' so busy it'll make his head swim. Tha'll see him
flyin' backward an' for'ard carryin' worms nigh as big as himsel' an' that much
noise goin' on in th' nest when he gets there as fair flusters him so as he scarce
knows which big mouth to drop th' first piece in. An' gapin' beaks an' squawks on
every side. Mother says as when she sees th' work a robin has to keep them gapin'
beaks filled, she feels like she was a lady with nothin' to do. She says she's seen
th' little chaps when it seemed like th' sweat must be droppin' off 'em, though
folk can't see it."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
This made them giggle so delightedly that they were obliged to cover their mouths
with their hands, remembering that they must not be heard. Colin had been
instructed as to the law of whispers and low voices several days before. He liked
the mysteriousness of it and did his best, but in the midst of excited enjoyment it
is rather difficult never to laugh above a whisper.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Every moment of the afternoon was full of new things and every hour the sunshine
grew more golden. The wheeled chair had been drawn back under the canopy and Dickon
had sat down on the grass and had just drawn out his pipe when Colin saw something
he had not had time to notice before.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"That's a very old tree over there, isn't it?" he said.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Dickon looked across the grass at the tree and Mary looked and there was a brief
moment of stillness.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Yes," answered Dickon, after it, and his low voice had a very gentle
sound.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Mary gazed at the tree and thought.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"The branches are quite gray and there's not a single leaf anywhere," Colin went
on. "It's quite dead, isn't it?"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Aye," admitted Dickon. "But them roses as has climbed all over it will near hide
every bit o' th' dead wood when they're full o' leaves an' flowers. It won't look
dead then. It'll be th' prettiest of all."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Mary still gazed at the tree and thought.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"It looks as if a big branch had been broken off," said Colin. "I wonder how it was
done."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"It's been done many a year," answered Dickon. "Eh!" with a sudden relieved start
and laying his hand on Colin. "Look at that robin! There he is! He's been foragin'
for his mate."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Colin was almost too late but he just caught sight of him, the flash of red\u8211?
breasted bird with something in his beak. He darted through the greenness and into
the close\u8211?grown corner and was out of sight. Colin leaned back on his cushion
again, laughing a little.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"He's taking her tea to her. Perhaps it's five o'clock. I think I'd like some tea
myself."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
And so they were safe.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"It was Magic which sent the robin," said Mary secretly to Dickon afterward. "I
know it was Magic." For both she and Dickon had been afraid Colin might ask
something about the tree whose branch had broken off ten years ago and they had
talked it over together and Dickon had stood and rubbed his head in a troubled
way.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"We mun look as if it wasn't no different from th' other trees," he had said. "We
couldn't never tell him how it broke, poor lad. If he says anything about it we
mun\u8212?we mun try to look cheerful."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Aye, that we mun," had answered Mary.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
But she had not felt as if she looked cheerful when she gazed at the tree. She
wondered and wondered in those few moments if there was any reality in that other
thing Dickon had said. He had gone on rubbing his rust\u8211?red hair in a puzzled
way, but a nice comforted look had begun to grow in his blue
eyes.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Mrs. Craven was a very lovely young lady," he had gone on rather hesitatingly.
"An' mother she thinks maybe she's about Misselthwaite many a time lookin' after
Mester Colin, same as all mothers do when they're took out o' th' world. They have
to come back, tha' sees. Happen she's been in the garden an' happen it was her set
us to work, an' told us to bring him here."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Mary had thought he meant something about Magic. She was a great believer in Magic.
Secretly she quite believed that Dickon worked Magic, of course good Magic, on
everything near him and that was why people liked him so much and wild creatures
knew he was their friend. She wondered, indeed, if it were not possible that his
gift had brought the robin just at the right moment when Colin asked that dangerous
question. She felt that his Magic was working all the afternoon and making Colin
look like an entirely different boy. It did not seem possible that he could be the
crazy creature who had screamed and beaten and bitten his pillow. Even his ivory
whiteness seemed to change. The faint glow of color which had shown on his face and
neck and hands when he first got inside the garden really never quite died away. He
looked as if he were made of flesh instead of ivory or wax.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar}
{
They saw the robin carry food to his mate two or three times, and it was so
suggestive of afternoon tea that Colin felt they must have
some.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Go and make one of the men servants bring some in a basket to the rhododendron
walk," he said. "And then you and Dickon can bring it
here."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
It was an agreeable idea, easily carried out, and when the white cloth was spread
upon the grass, with hot tea and buttered toast and crumpets, a delightfully hungry
meal was eaten, and several birds on domestic errands paused to inquire what was
going on and were led into investigating crumbs with great activity. Nut and Shell
whisked up trees with pieces of cake and Soot took the entire half of a buttered
crumpet into a corner and pecked at and examined and turned it over and made hoarse
remarks about it until he decided to swallow it all joyfully in one
gulp.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
The afternoon was dragging toward its mellow hour. The sun was deepening the gold
of its lances, the bees were going home and the birds were flying past less often.
Dickon and Mary were sitting on the grass, the tea\u8211?basket was re\u8211?packed
ready to be taken back to the house, and Colin was lying against his cushions with
his heavy locks pushed back from his forehead and his face looking quite a natural
color.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I don't want this afternoon to go," he said; "but I shall come back to\u8211?
morrow, and the day after, and the day after, and the day
after."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"You'll get plenty of fresh air, won't you?" said Mary.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I'm going to get nothing else," he answered. "I've seen the spring now and I'm
going to see the summer. I'm going to see everything grow here. I'm going to grow
here myself."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"That tha' will," said Dickon. "Us'll have thee walkin' about here an' diggin' same
as other folk afore long."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Colin flushed tremendously.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Walk!" he said. "Dig! Shall I?"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Dickon's glance at him was delicately cautious. Neither he nor Mary had ever asked
if anything was the matter with his legs.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"For sure tha' will," he said stoutly. "Tha'\u8212?tha's got legs o' thine own,
same as other folks!"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Mary was rather frightened until she heard Colin's answer.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar}
{
"Nothing really ails them," he said, "but they are so thin and weak. They shake so
that I'm afraid to try to stand on them."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Both Mary and Dickon drew a relieved breath.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"When tha' stops bein' afraid tha'lt stand on 'em," Dickon said with renewed cheer.
"An' tha'lt stop bein' afraid in a bit."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I shall?" said Colin, and he lay still as if he were wondering about
things.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
They were really very quiet for a little while. The sun was dropping lower. It was
that hour when everything stills itself, and they really had had a busy and
exciting afternoon. Colin looked as if he were resting luxuriously. Even the
creatures had ceased moving about and had drawn together and were resting near
them. Soot had perched on a low branch and drawn up one leg and dropped the gray
film drowsily over his eyes. Mary privately thought he looked as if he might snore
in a minute.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
In the midst of this stillness it was rather startling when Colin half lifted his
head and exclaimed in a loud suddenly alarmed whisper:\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Who is that man?"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Dickon and Mary scrambled to their feet.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Man!" they both cried in low quick voices.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Colin pointed to the high wall.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Look!" he whispered excitedly. "Just look!"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Mary and Dickon wheeled about and looked. There was Ben Weatherstaff's indignant
face glaring at them over the wall from the top of a ladder! He actually shook his
fist at Mary.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"If I wasn't a bachelder, an' tha' was a wench o' mine," he cried, "I'd give thee a
hidin'!"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
He mounted another step threateningly as if it were his energetic intention to jump
down and deal with her; but as she came toward him he evidently thought better of
it and stood on the top step of his ladder shaking his fist down at
her.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I never thowt much o' thee!" he harangued. "I couldna' abide thee th' first time I
set eyes on thee. A scrawny buttermilk\u8211?faced young besom, allus askin'
questions an' pokin' tha' nose where it wasna' wanted. I never knowed how tha' got
so thick wi' me. If it hadna' been for th' robin\u8212?Drat
him\u8212?"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Ben Weatherstaff," called out Mary, finding her breath. She stood below him and
called up to him with a sort of gasp. "Ben Weatherstaff, it was the robin who
showed me the way!"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Then it did seem as if Ben really would scramble down on her side of the wall, he
was so outraged.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Tha' young bad 'un!" he called down at her. "Layin' tha' badness on a
robin,\u8212?not but what he's impidint enow for anythin'. Him showin' thee th'
way! Him! Eh! tha' young nowt,"\u8212?she could see his next words burst out
because he was overpowered by curiosity\u8212?"however i' this world did tha' get
in?"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"It was the robin who showed me the way," she protested obstinately. "He didn't
know he was doing it but he did. And I can't tell you from here while you're
shaking your fist at me."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
He stopped shaking his fist very suddenly at that very moment and his jaw actually
dropped as he stared over her head at something he saw coming over the grass toward
him.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
At the first sound of his torrent of words Colin had been so surprised that he had
only sat up and listened as if he were spellbound. But in the midst of it he had
recovered himself and beckoned imperiously to Dickon.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Wheel me over there!" he commanded. "Wheel me quite close and stop right in front
of him!"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
And this, if you please, this is what Ben Weatherstaff beheld and which made his
jaw drop. A wheeled chair with luxurious cushions and robes which came toward him
looking rather like some sort of State Coach because a young Rajah leaned back in
it with royal command in his great black\u8211?rimmed eyes and a thin white hand
extended haughtily toward him. And it stopped right under Ben Weatherstaff's nose.
It was really no wonder his mouth dropped open.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Do you know who I am?" demanded the Rajah.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
How Ben Weatherstaff stared! His red old eyes fixed themselves on what was before
him as if he were seeing a ghost. He gazed and gazed and gulped a lump down his
throat and did not say a word.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Do you know who I am?" demanded Colin still more imperiously.
"Answer!"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Ben Weatherstaff put his gnarled hand up and passed it over his eyes and over his
forehead and then he did answer in a queer shaky voice.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Who tha' art?" he said. "Aye, that I do\u8212?wi' tha' mother's eyes starin' at me
out o' tha' face. Lord knows how tha' come here. But tha'rt th' poor
cripple."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Colin forgot that he had ever had a back. His face flushed scarlet and he sat bolt
upright.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I'm not a cripple!" he cried out furiously. "I'm not!"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"He's not!" cried Mary, almost shouting up the wall in her fierce indignation.
"He's not got a lump as big as a pin! I looked and there was none there\u8212?not
one!"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Ben Weatherstaff passed his hand over his forehead again and gazed as if he could
never gaze enough. His hand shook and his mouth shook and his voice shook. He was
an ignorant old man and a tactless old man and he could only remember the things he
had heard.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Tha'\u8212?tha' hasn't got a crooked back?" he said
hoarsely.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"No!" shouted Colin.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Tha'\u8212?tha' hasn't got crooked legs?" quavered Ben more hoarsely
yet.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
It was too much. The strength which Colin usually threw into his tantrums rushed
through him now in a new way. Never yet had he been accused of crooked legs\u8212?
even in whispers\u8212?and the perfectly simple belief in their existence which was
revealed by Ben Weatherstaff's voice was more than Rajah flesh and blood could
endure. His anger and insulted pride made him forget everything but this one moment
and filled him with a power he had never known before, an almost unnatural
strength.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Come here!" he shouted to Dickon, and he actually began to tear the coverings off
his lower limbs and disentangle himself. "Come here! Come here! This
minute!"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Dickon was by his side in a second. Mary caught her breath in a short gasp and felt
herself turn pale.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"He can do it! He can do it! He can do it! He can!" she gabbled over to herself
under her breath as fast as ever she could.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
There was a brief fierce scramble, the rugs were tossed on to the ground, Dickon
held Colin's arm, the thin legs were out, the thin feet were on the grass. Colin
was standing upright\u8212?upright\u8212?as straight as an arrow and looking
strangely tall\u8212?his head thrown back and his strange eyes flashing
lightning.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Look at me!" he flung up at Ben Weatherstaff. "Just look at me\u8212?you! Just
look at me!"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"He's as straight as I am!" cried Dickon. "He's as straight as any lad i'
Yorkshire!"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
What Ben Weatherstaff did Mary thought queer beyond measure. He choked and gulped
and suddenly tears ran down his weather\u8211?wrinkled cheeks as he struck his old
hands together.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Eh!" he burst forth, "th' lies folk tells! Tha'rt as thin as a lath an' as white
as a wraith, but there's not a knob on thee. Tha'lt make a mon yet. God bless
thee!"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Dickon held Colin's arm strongly but the boy had not begun to falter. He stood
straighter and straighter and looked Ben Weatherstaff in the
face.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I'm your master," he said, "when my father is away. And you are to obey me. This
is my garden. Don't dare to say a word about it! You get down from that ladder and
go out to the Long Walk and Miss Mary will meet you and bring you here. I want to
talk to you. We did not want you, but now you will have to be in the secret. Be
quick!"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Ben Weatherstaff's crabbed old face was still wet with that one queer rush of
tears. It seemed as if he could not take his eyes from thin straight Colin standing
on his feet with his head thrown back.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Eh! lad," he almost whispered. "Eh! my lad!" And then remembering himself he
suddenly touched his hat gardener fashion and said, "Yes, sir! Yes, sir!" and
obediently disappeared as he descended the ladder.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {\page }
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Chapter XXII\par\pard\plain\hyphpar}\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {\s3 \afs28
{\b
{\i
When the Sun Went
Down\par\pard\plain\hyphpar}\par\pard\plain\hyphpar}\par\pard\plain\hyphpar}
\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
When his head was out of sight Colin turned to Mary.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Go and meet him," he said; and Mary flew across the grass to the door under the
ivy.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Dickon was watching him with sharp eyes. There were scarlet spots on his cheeks and
he looked amazing, but he showed no signs of falling.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I can stand," he said, and his head was still held up and he said it quite
grandly.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I told thee tha' could as soon as tha' stopped bein' afraid," answered Dickon.
"An' tha's stopped."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Yes, I've stopped," said Colin.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Then suddenly he remembered something Mary had said.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Are you making Magic?" he asked sharply.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Dickon's curly mouth spread in a cheerful grin.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Tha's doin' Magic thysel'," he said. "It's same Magic as made these 'ere work out
o' th' earth," and he touched with his thick boot a clump of crocuses in the
grass.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Colin looked down at them.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Aye," he said slowly, "there couldna' be bigger Magic then that there\u8212?there
couldna' be."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
He drew himself up straighter than ever.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I'm going to walk to that tree," he said, pointing to one a few feet away from
him. "I'm going to be standing when Weatherstaff comes here. I can rest against the
tree if I like. When I want to sit down I will sit down, but not before. Bring a
rug from the chair."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
He walked to the tree and though Dickon held his arm he was wonderfully steady.
When he stood against the tree trunk it was not too plain that he supported himself
against it, and he still held himself so straight that he looked
tall.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
When Ben Weatherstaff came through the door in the wall he saw him standing there
and he heard Mary muttering something under her breath.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"What art sayin'?" he asked rather testily because he did not want his attention
distracted from the long thin straight boy figure and proud
face.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
But she did not tell him. What she was saying was this:\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"You can do it! You can do it! I told you you could! You can do it! You can do it!
You {\i
can}!"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
She was saying it to Colin because she wanted to make Magic and keep him on his
feet looking like that. She could not bear that he should give in before Ben
Weatherstaff. He did not give in. She was uplifted by a sudden feeling that he
looked quite beautiful in spite of his thinness. He fixed his eyes on Ben
Weatherstaff in his funny imperious way.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Look at me!" he commanded. "Look at me all over! Am I a hunchback? Have I got
crooked legs?"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Ben Weatherstaff had not quite got over his emotion, but he had recovered a little
and answered almost in his usual way.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Not tha'," he said. "Nowt o' th' sort. What's tha' been doin' with thysel'\u8212??
hidin' out o' sight an' lettin' folk think tha' was cripple an' half\u8211?
witted?"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Half\u8211?witted!" said Colin angrily. "Who thought
that?"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Lots o' fools," said Ben. "Th' world's full o' jackasses brayin' an' they never
bray nowt but lies. What did tha' shut thysel' up for?"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Every one thought I was going to die," said Colin shortly. "I'm
not!"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
And he said it with such decision Ben Weatherstaff looked him over, up and down,
down and up.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Tha' die!" he said with dry exultation. "Nowt o' th' sort! Tha's got too much
pluck in thee. When I seed thee put tha' legs on th' ground in such a hurry I
knowed tha' was all right. Sit thee down on th' rug a bit young Mester an' give me
thy orders."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
There was a queer mixture of crabbed tenderness and shrewd understanding in his
manner. Mary had poured out speech as rapidly as she could as they had come down
the Long Walk. The chief thing to be remembered, she had told him, was that Colin
was getting well\u8212?getting well. The garden was doing it. No one must let him
remember about having humps and dying.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
The Rajah condescended to seat himself on a rug under the
tree.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"What work do you do in the gardens, Weatherstaff?" he
inquired.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Anythin' I'm told to do," answered old Ben. "I'm kep' on by favor\u8212?because
she liked me."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"She?" said Colin.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Tha' mother," answered Ben Weatherstaff.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"My mother?" said Colin, and he looked about him quietly. "This was her garden,
wasn't it?"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Aye, it was that!" and Ben Weatherstaff looked about him too. "She were main fond
of it."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"It is my garden now, I am fond of it. I shall come here every day," announced
Colin. "But it is to be a secret. My orders are that no one is to know that we come
here. Dickon and my cousin have worked and made it come alive. I shall send for you
sometimes to help\u8212?but you must come when no one can see
you."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Ben Weatherstaff's face twisted itself in a dry old smile.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar}
{
"I've come here before when no one saw me," he said.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"What!" exclaimed Colin. "When?"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Th' last time I was here," rubbing his chin and looking round, "was about two
year' ago."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"But no one has been in it for ten years!" cried Colin. "There was no
door!"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I'm no one," said old Ben dryly. "An' I didn't come through th' door. I come over
th' wall. Th' rheumatics held me back th' last two year'."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar}
{
"Tha' come an' did a bit o' prunin'!" cried Dickon. "I couldn't make out how it had
been done."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"She was so fond of it\u8212?she was!" said Ben Weatherstaff slowly. "An' she was
such a pretty young thing. She says to me once, 'Ben,' says she laughin', 'if ever
I'm ill or if I go away you must take care of my roses.' When she did go away th'
orders was no one was ever to come nigh. But I come," with grumpy obstinacy. "Over
th' wall I come\u8212?until th' rheumatics stopped me\u8212?an' I did a bit o' work
once a year. She'd gave her order first."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"It wouldn't have been as wick as it is if tha' hadn't done it," said Dickon. "I
did wonder."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I'm glad you did it, Weatherstaff," said Colin. "You'll know how to keep the
secret."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Aye, I'll know, sir," answered Ben. "An' it'll be easier for a man wi' rheumatics
to come in at th' door."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
On the grass near the tree Mary had dropped her trowel. Colin stretched out his
hand and took it up. An odd expression came into his face and he began to scratch
at the earth. His thin hand was weak enough but presently as they watched
him\u8212?Mary with quite breathless interest\u8212?he drove the end of the trowel
into the soil and turned some over.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"You can do it! You can do it!" said Mary to herself. "I tell you, you
can!"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Dickon's round eyes were full of eager curiousness but he said not a word. Ben
Weatherstaff looked on with interested face.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Colin persevered. After he had turned a few trowelfuls of soil he spoke exultantly
to Dickon in his best Yorkshire.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Tha' said as tha'd have me walkin' about here same as other folk\u8212?an' tha'
said tha'd have me diggin'. I thowt tha' was just leein' to please me. This is only
th' first day an' I've walked\u8212?an' here I am diggin'."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar}
{
Ben Weatherstaff's mouth fell open again when he heard him, but he ended by
chuckling.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Eh!" he said, "that sounds as if tha'd got wits enow. Tha'rt a Yorkshire lad for
sure. An' tha'rt diggin', too. How'd tha' like to plant a bit o' somethin'? I can
get thee a rose in a pot."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Go and get it!" said Colin, digging excitedly. "Quick!
Quick!"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
It was done quickly enough indeed. Ben Weatherstaff went his way forgetting
rheumatics. Dickon took his spade and dug the hole deeper and wider than a new
digger with thin white hands could make it. Mary slipped out to run and bring back
a watering\u8211?can. When Dickon had deepened the hole Colin went on turning the
soft earth over and over. He looked up at the sky, flushed and glowing with the
strangely new exercise, slight as it was.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I want to do it before the sun goes quite\u8212?quite down," he
said.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Mary thought that perhaps the sun held back a few minutes just on purpose. Ben
Weatherstaff brought the rose in its pot from the greenhouse. He hobbled over the
grass as fast as he could. He had begun to be excited, too. He knelt down by the
hole and broke the pot from the mould.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Here, lad," he said, handing the plant to Colin. "Set it in the earth thysel' same
as th' king does when he goes to a new place."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
The thin white hands shook a little and Colin's flush grew deeper as he set the
rose in the mould and held it while old Ben made firm the earth. It was filled in
and pressed down and made steady. Mary was leaning forward on her hands and knees.
Soot had flown down and marched forward to see what was being done. Nut and Shell
chattered about it from a cherry\u8211?tree.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"It's planted!" said Colin at last. "And the sun is only slipping over the edge.
Help me up, Dickon. I want to be standing when it goes. That's part of the
Magic."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
And Dickon helped him, and the Magic\u8212?or whatever it was\u8212?so gave him
strength that when the sun did slip over the edge and end the strange lovely
afternoon for them there he actually stood on his two feet\u8212?
laughing.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {\page } {\qc
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Chapter XXIII\par\pard\plain\hyphpar}\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {\s3 \afs28
{\b
{\i
Magic\par\pard\plain\hyphpar}\par\pard\plain\hyphpar}\par\pard\plain\hyphpar}
\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Dr. Craven had been waiting some time at the house when they returned to it. He had
indeed begun to wonder if it might not be wise to send some one out to explore the
garden paths. When Colin was brought back to his room the poor man looked him over
seriously.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"You should not have stayed so long," he said. "You must not overexert
yourself."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I am not tired at all," said Colin. "It has made me well. To\u8211?morrow I am
going out in the morning as well as in the afternoon."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I am not sure that I can allow it," answered Dr. Craven. "I am afraid it would not
be wise."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"It would not be wise to try to stop me," said Colin quite seriously. "I am
going."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Even Mary had found out that one of Colin's chief peculiarities was that he did not
know in the least what a rude little brute he was with his way of ordering people
about. He had lived on a sort of desert island all his life and as he had been the
king of it he had made his own manners and had had no one to compare himself with.
Mary had indeed been rather like him herself and since she had been at
Misselthwaite had gradually discovered that her own manners had not been of the
kind which is usual or popular. Having made this discovery she naturally thought it
of enough interest to communicate to Colin. So she sat and looked at him curiously
for a few minutes after Dr. Craven had gone. She wanted to make him ask her why she
was doing it and of course she did.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"What are you looking at me for?" he said.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I'm thinking that I am rather sorry for Dr. Craven."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"So am I," said Colin calmly, but not without an air of some satisfaction. "He
won't get Misselthwaite at all now I'm not going to die."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I'm sorry for him because of that, of course," said Mary, "but I was thinking just
then that it must have been very horrid to have had to be polite for ten years to a
boy who was always rude. I would never have done it."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Am I rude?" Colin inquired undisturbedly.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"If you had been his own boy and he had been a slapping sort of man," said Mary,
"he would have slapped you."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"But he daren't," said Colin.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"No, he daren't," answered Mistress Mary, thinking the thing out quite without
prejudice. "Nobody ever dared to do anything you didn't like\u8212?because you were
going to die and things like that. You were such a poor
thing."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"But," announced Colin stubbornly, "I am not going to be a poor thing. I won't let
people think I'm one. I stood on my feet this afternoon."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"It is always having your own way that has made you so queer," Mary went on,
thinking aloud.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Colin turned his head, frowning.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Am I queer?" he demanded.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Yes," answered Mary, "very. But you needn't be cross," she added impartially,
"because so am I queer\u8212?and so is Ben Weatherstaff. But I am not as queer as I
was before I began to like people and before I found the
garden."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I don't want to be queer," said Colin. "I am not going to be," and he frowned
again with determination.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
He was a very proud boy. He lay thinking for a while and then Mary saw his
beautiful smile begin and gradually change his whole face.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar}
{
"I shall stop being queer," he said, "if I go every day to the garden. There is
Magic in there\u8212?good Magic, you know, Mary. I am sure there
is."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"So am I," said Mary.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Even if it isn't real Magic," Colin said, "we can pretend it is. {\i
Something} is there\u8212?{\i
something}!"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"It's Magic," said Mary, "but not black. It's as white as
snow."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
They always called it Magic and indeed it seemed like it in the months that
followed\u8212?the wonderful months\u8212?the radiant months\u8212?the amazing
ones. Oh! the things which happened in that garden! If you have never had a garden,
you cannot understand, and if you have had a garden you will know that it would
take a whole book to describe all that came to pass there. At first it seemed that
green things would never cease pushing their way through the earth, in the grass,
in the beds, even in the crevices of the walls. Then the green things began to show
buds and the buds began to unfurl and show color, every shade of blue, every shade
of purple, every tint and hue of crimson. In its happy days flowers had been tucked
away into every inch and hole and corner. Ben Weatherstaff had seen it done and had
himself scraped out mortar from between the bricks of the wall and made pockets of
earth for lovely clinging things to grow on. Iris and white lilies rose out of the
grass in sheaves, and the green alcoves filled themselves with amazing armies of
the blue and white flower lances of tall delphiniums or columbines or
campanulas.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"She was main fond o' them\u8212?she was," Ben Weatherstaff said. "She liked them
things as was allus pointin' up to th' blue sky, she used to tell. Not as she was
one o' them as looked down on th' earth\u8212?not her. She just loved it but she
said as th' blue sky allus looked so joyful."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
The seeds Dickon and Mary had planted grew as if fairies had tended them. Satiny
poppies of all tints danced in the breeze by the score, gaily defying flowers which
had lived in the garden for years and which it might be confessed seemed rather to
wonder how such new people had got there. And the roses\u8212?the roses! Rising out
of the grass, tangled round the sun\u8211?dial, wreathing the tree trunks and
hanging from their branches, climbing up the walls and spreading over them with
long garlands falling in cascades\u8212?they came alive day by day, hour by hour.
Fair fresh leaves, and buds\u8212?and buds\u8212?tiny at first but swelling and
working Magic until they burst and uncurled into cups of scent delicately spilling
themselves over their brims and filling the garden air.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Colin saw it all, watching each change as it took place. Every morning he was
brought out and every hour of each day when it didn't rain he spent in the garden.
Even gray days pleased him. He would lie on the grass "watching things growing," he
said. If you watched long enough, he declared, you could see buds unsheath
themselves. Also you could make the acquaintance of strange busy insect things
running about on various unknown but evidently serious errands, sometimes carrying
tiny scraps of straw or feather or food, or climbing blades of grass as if they
were trees from whose tops one could look out to explore the country. A mole
throwing up its mound at the end of its burrow and making its way out at last with
the long\u8211?nailed paws which looked so like elfish hands, had absorbed him one
whole morning. Ants' ways, beetles' ways, bees' ways, frogs' ways, birds' ways,
plants' ways, gave him a new world to explore and when Dickon revealed them all and
added foxes' ways, otters' ways, ferrets' ways, squirrels' ways, and trout's and
water\u8211?rats' and badgers' ways, there was no end to the things to talk about
and think over.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
And this was not the half of the Magic. The fact that he had really once stood on
his feet had set Colin thinking tremendously and when Mary told him of the spell
she had worked he was excited and approved of it greatly. He talked of it
constantly.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Of course there must be lots of Magic in the world," he said wisely one day, "but
people don't know what it is like or how to make it. Perhaps the beginning is just
to say nice things are going to happen until you make them happen. I am going to
try and experiment."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
The next morning when they went to the secret garden he sent at once for Ben
Weatherstaff. Ben came as quickly as he could and found the Rajah standing on his
feet under a tree and looking very grand but also very beautifully
smiling.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Good morning, Ben Weatherstaff," he said. "I want you and Dickon and Miss Mary to
stand in a row and listen to me because I am going to tell you something very
important."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Aye, aye, sir!" answered Ben Weatherstaff, touching his forehead. (One of the long
concealed charms of Ben Weatherstaff was that in his boyhood he had once run away
to sea and had made voyages. So he could reply like a
sailor.)\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I am going to try a scientific experiment," explained the Rajah. "When I grow up I
am going to make great scientific discoveries and I am going to begin now with this
experiment."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Aye, aye, sir!" said Ben Weatherstaff promptly, though this was the first time he
had heard of great scientific discoveries.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
It was the first time Mary had heard of them, either, but even at this stage she
had begun to realize that, queer as he was, Colin had read about a great many
singular things and was somehow a very convincing sort of boy. When he held up his
head and fixed his strange eyes on you it seemed as if you believed him almost in
spite of yourself though he was only ten years old\u8212?going on eleven. At this
moment he was especially convincing because he suddenly felt the fascination of
actually making a sort of speech like a grown\u8211?up
person.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"The great scientific discoveries I am going to make," he went on, "will be about
Magic. Magic is a great thing and scarcely any one knows anything about it except a
few people in old books\u8212?and Mary a little, because she was born in India
where there are fakirs. I believe Dickon knows some Magic, but perhaps he doesn't
know he knows it. He charms animals and people. I would never have let him come to
see me if he had not been an animal charmer\u8212?which is a boy charmer, too,
because a boy is an animal. I am sure there is Magic in everything, only we have
not sense enough to get hold of it and make it do things for us\u8212?like
electricity and horses and steam."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
This sounded so imposing that Ben Weatherstaff became quite excited and really
could not keep still.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Aye, aye, sir," he said and he began to stand up quite
straight.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"When Mary found this garden it looked quite dead," the orator proceeded. "Then
something began pushing things up out of the soil and making things out of nothing.
One day things weren't there and another they were. I had never watched things
before and it made me feel very curious. Scientific people are always curious and I
am going to be scientific. I keep saying to myself, 'What is it? What is it?' It's
something. It can't be nothing! I don't know its name so I call it Magic. I have
never seen the sun rise but Mary and Dickon have and from what they tell me I am
sure that is Magic too. Something pushes it up and draws it. Sometimes since I've
been in the garden I've looked up through the trees at the sky and I have had a
strange feeling of being happy as if something were pushing and drawing in my chest
and making me breathe fast. Magic is always pushing and drawing and making things
out of nothing. Everything is made out of Magic, leaves and trees, flowers and
birds, badgers and foxes and squirrels and people. So it must be all around us. In
this garden\u8212?in all the places. The Magic in this garden has made me stand up
and know I am going to live to be a man. I am going to make the scientific
experiment of trying to get some and put it in myself and make it push and draw me
and make me strong. I don't know how to do it but I think that if you keep thinking
about it and calling it perhaps it will come. Perhaps that is the first baby way to
get it. When I was going to try to stand that first time Mary kept saying to
herself as fast as she could, 'You can do it! You can do it!' and I did. I had to
try myself at the same time, of course, but her Magic helped me\u8212?and so did
Dickon's. Every morning and evening and as often in the daytime as I can remember I
am going to say, 'Magic is in me! Magic is making me well! I am going to be as
strong as Dickon, as strong as Dickon!' And you must all do it, too. That is my
experiment. Will you help, Ben Weatherstaff?"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Aye, aye, sir!" said Ben Weatherstaff. "Aye, aye!"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"If you keep doing it every day as regularly as soldiers go through drill we shall
see what will happen and find out if the experiment succeeds. You learn things by
saying them over and over and thinking about them until they stay in your mind
forever and I think it will be the same with Magic. If you keep calling it to come
to you and help you it will get to be part of you and it will stay and do
things."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I once heard an officer in India tell my mother that there were fakirs who said
words over and over thousands of times," said Mary.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I've heard Jem Fettleworth's wife say th' same thing over thousands o'
times\u8212?callin' Jem a drunken brute," said Ben Weatherstaff dryly. "Summat
allus come o' that, sure enough. He gave her a good hidin' an' went to th' Blue
Lion an' got as drunk as a lord."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Colin drew his brows together and thought a few minutes. Then he cheered
up.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Well," he said, "you see something did come of it. She used the wrong Magic until
she made him beat her. If she'd used the right Magic and had said something nice
perhaps he wouldn't have got as drunk as a lord and perhaps\u8212?perhaps he might
have bought her a new bonnet."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Ben Weatherstaff chuckled and there was shrewd admiration in his little old
eyes.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Tha'rt a clever lad as well as a straight\u8211?legged one, Mester Colin," he
said. "Next time I see Bess Fettleworth I'll give her a bit of a hint o' what Magic
will do for her. She'd be rare an' pleased if th' sinetifik 'speriment
worked\u8212?an' so 'ud Jem."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Dickon had stood listening to the lecture, his round eyes shining with curious
delight. Nut and Shell were on his shoulders and he held a long\u8211?eared white
rabbit in his arm and stroked and stroked it softly while it laid its ears along
its back and enjoyed itself.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Do you think the experiment will work?" Colin asked him, wondering what he was
thinking. He so often wondered what Dickon was thinking when he saw him looking at
him or at one of his "creatures" with his happy wide smile.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar}
{
He smiled now and his smile was wider than usual.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Aye," he answered, "that I do. It'll work same as th' seeds do when th' sun shines
on 'em. It'll work for sure. Shall us begin it now?"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Colin was delighted and so was Mary. Fired by recollections of fakirs and devotees
in illustrations Colin suggested that they should all sit cross\u8211?legged under
the tree which made a canopy.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"It will be like sitting in a sort of temple," said Colin. "I'm rather tired and I
want to sit down."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Eh!" said Dickon, "tha' musn't begin by sayin' tha'rt tired. Tha' might spoil th'
Magic."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Colin turned and looked at him\u8212?into his innocent round
eyes.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"That's true," he said slowly. "I must only think of the
Magic."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
It all seemed most majestic and mysterious when they sat down in their circle. Ben
Weatherstaff felt as if he had somehow been led into appearing at a prayer\u8211?
meeting. Ordinarily he was very fixed in being what he called "agen' prayer\u8211?
meetin's" but this being the Rajah's affair he did not resent it and was indeed
inclined to be gratified at being called upon to assist. Mistress Mary felt
solemnly enraptured. Dickon held his rabbit in his arm, and perhaps he made some
charmer's signal no one heard, for when he sat down, cross\u8211?legged like the
rest, the crow, the fox, the squirrels and the lamb slowly drew near and made part
of the circle, settling each into a place of rest as if of their own
desire.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"The 'creatures' have come," said Colin gravely. "They want to help
us."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Colin really looked quite beautiful, Mary thought. He held his head high as if he
felt like a sort of priest and his strange eyes had a wonderful look in them. The
light shone on him through the tree canopy.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Now we will begin," he said. "Shall we sway backward and forward, Mary, as if we
were dervishes?"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I canna' do no swayin' back'ard and for'ard," said Ben Weatherstaff. "I've got th'
rheumatics."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"The Magic will take them away," said Colin in a High Priest tone, "but we won't
sway until it has done it. We will only chant."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I canna' do no chantin'," said Ben Weatherstaff a trifle testily. "They turned me
out o' th' church choir th' only time I ever tried it."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
No one smiled. They were all too much in earnest. Colin's face was not even crossed
by a shadow. He was thinking only of the Magic.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Then I will chant," he said. And he began, looking like a strange boy spirit. "The
sun is shining\u8212?the sun is shining. That is the Magic. The flowers are
growing\u8212?the roots are stirring. That is the Magic. Being alive is the
Magic\u8212?being strong is the Magic. The Magic is in me\u8212?the Magic is in me.
It is in me\u8212?it is in me. It's in every one of us. It's in Ben Weatherstaff's
back. Magic! Magic! Come and help!"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
He said it a great many times\u8212?not a thousand times but quite a goodly number.
Mary listened entranced. She felt as if it were at once queer and beautiful and she
wanted him to go on and on. Ben Weatherstaff began to feel soothed into a sort of
dream which was quite agreeable. The humming of the bees in the blossoms mingled
with the chanting voice and drowsily melted into a doze. Dickon sat cross\u8211?
legged with his rabbit asleep on his arm and a hand resting on the lamb's back.
Soot had pushed away a squirrel and huddled close to him on his shoulder, the gray
film dropped over his eyes. At last Colin stopped.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Now I am going to walk round the garden," he announced.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Ben Weatherstaff's head had just dropped forward and he lifted it with a
jerk.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"You have been asleep," said Colin.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Nowt o' th' sort," mumbled Ben. "Th' sermon was good enow\u8212?but I'm bound to
get out afore th' collection."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
He was not quite awake yet.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"You're not in church," said Colin.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Not me," said Ben, straightening himself. "Who said I were? I heard every bit of
it. You said th' Magic was in my back. Th' doctor calls it
rheumatics."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
The Rajah waved his hand.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"That was the wrong Magic," he said. "You will get better. You have my permission
to go to your work. But come back to\u8211?morrow."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I'd like to see thee walk round the garden," grunted Ben.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar}
{
It was not an unfriendly grunt, but it was a grunt. In fact, being a stubborn old
party and not having entire faith in Magic he had made up his mind that if he were
sent away he would climb his ladder and look over the wall so that he might be
ready to hobble back if there were any stumbling.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
The Rajah did not object to his staying and so the procession was formed. It really
did look like a procession. Colin was at its head with Dickon on one side and Mary
on the other. Ben Weatherstaff walked behind, and the "creatures" trailed after
them, the lamb and the fox cub keeping close to Dickon, the white rabbit hopping
along or stopping to nibble and Soot following with the solemnity of a person who
felt himself in charge.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
It was a procession which moved slowly but with dignity. Every few yards it stopped
to rest. Colin leaned on Dickon's arm and privately Ben Weatherstaff kept a sharp
lookout, but now and then Colin took his hand from its support and walked a few
steps alone. His head was held up all the time and he looked very
grand.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"The Magic is in me!" he kept saying. "The Magic is making me strong! I can feel
it! I can feel it!"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
It seemed very certain that something was upholding and uplifting him. He sat on
the seats in the alcoves, and once or twice he sat down on the grass and several
times he paused in the path and leaned on Dickon, but he would not give up until he
had gone all round the garden. When he returned to the canopy tree his cheeks were
flushed and he looked triumphant.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I did it! The Magic worked!" he cried. "That is my first scientific
discovery."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"What will Dr. Craven say?" broke out Mary.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"He won't say anything," Colin answered, "because he will not be told. This is to
be the biggest secret of all. No one is to know anything about it until I have
grown so strong that I can walk and run like any other boy. I shall come here every
day in my chair and I shall be taken back in it. I won't have people whispering and
asking questions and I won't let my father hear about it until the experiment has
quite succeeded. Then sometime when he comes back to Misselthwaite I shall just
walk into his study and say 'Here I am; I am like any other boy. I am quite well
and I shall live to be a man. It has been done by a scientific
experiment.'"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"He will think he is in a dream," cried Mary. "He won't believe his
eyes."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Colin flushed triumphantly. He had made himself believe that he was going to get
well, which was really more than half the battle, if he had been aware of it. And
the thought which stimulated him more than any other was this imagining what his
father would look like when he saw that he had a son who was as straight and strong
as other fathers' sons. One of his darkest miseries in the unhealthy morbid past
days had been his hatred of being a sickly weak\u8211?backed boy whose father was
afraid to look at him.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"He'll be obliged to believe them," he said. "One of the things I am going to do,
after the Magic works and before I begin to make scientific discoveries, is to be
an athlete."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"We shall have thee takin' to boxin' in a week or so," said Ben Weatherstaff.
"Tha'lt end wi' winnin' th' Belt an' bein' champion prize\u8211?fighter of all
England."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Colin fixed his eyes on him sternly.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Weatherstaff," he said, "that is disrespectful. You must not take liberties
because you are in the secret. However much the Magic works I shall not be a
prize\u8211?fighter. I shall be a Scientific Discoverer."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Ax pardon\u8212?ax pardon, sir," answered Ben, touching his forehead in salute. "I
ought to have seed it wasn't a jokin' matter," but his eyes twinkled and secretly
he was immensely pleased. He really did not mind being snubbed since the snubbing
meant that the lad was gaining strength and spirit.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar}
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{\s1 \afs32
{\b
Chapter XXIV\par\pard\plain\hyphpar}\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {\s3 \afs28
{\b
{\i
"Let Them
Laugh"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar}\par\pard\plain\hyphpar}\par\pard\plain\hyphpar}
\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
The secret garden was not the only one Dickon worked in. Round the cottage on the
moor there was a piece of ground enclosed by a low wall of rough stones. Early in
the morning and late in the fading twilight and on all the days Colin and Mary did
not see him, Dickon worked there planting or tending potatoes and cabbages, turnips
and carrots and herbs for his mother. In the company of his "creatures" he did
wonders there and was never tired of doing them, it seemed. While he dug or weeded
he whistled or sang bits of Yorkshire moor songs or talked to Soot or Captain or
the brothers and sisters he had taught to help him.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"We'd never get on as comfortable as we do," Mrs. Sowerby said, "if it wasn't for
Dickon's garden. Anything'll grow for him. His 'taters and cabbages is twice th'
size of any one else's an' they've got a flavor with 'em as nobody's
has."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
When she found a moment to spare she liked to go out and talk to him. After supper
there was still a long clear twilight to work in and that was her quiet time. She
could sit upon the low rough wall and look on and hear stories of the day. She
loved this time. There were not only vegetables in this garden. Dickon had bought
penny packages of flower seeds now and then and sown bright sweet\u8211?scented
things among gooseberry bushes and even cabbages and he grew borders of mignonette
and pinks and pansies and things whose seeds he could save year after year or whose
roots would bloom each spring and spread in time into fine clumps. The low wall was
one of the prettiest things in Yorkshire because he had tucked moorland foxglove
and ferns and rock\u8211?cress and hedgerow flowers into every crevice until only
here and there glimpses of the stones were to be seen.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"All a chap's got to do to make 'em thrive, mother," he would say, "is to be
friends with 'em for sure. They're just like th' 'creatures.' If they're thirsty
give 'em a drink and if they're hungry give 'em a bit o' food. They want to live
same as we do. If they died I should feel as if I'd been a bad lad and somehow
treated them heartless."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
It was in these twilight hours that Mrs. Sowerby heard of all that happened at
Misselthwaite Manor. At first she was only told that "Mester Colin" had taken a
fancy to going out into the grounds with Miss Mary and that it was doing him good.
But it was not long before it was agreed between the two children that Dickon's
mother might "come into the secret." Somehow it was not doubted that she was "safe
for sure."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
So one beautiful still evening Dickon told the whole story, with all the thrilling
details of the buried key and the robin and the gray haze which had seemed like
deadness and the secret Mistress Mary had planned never to reveal. The coming of
Dickon and how it had been told to him, the doubt of Mester Colin and the final
drama of his introduction to the hidden domain, combined with the incident of Ben
Weatherstaff's angry face peering over the wall and Mester Colin's sudden indignant
strength, made Mrs. Sowerby's nice\u8211?looking face quite change color several
times.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"My word!" she said. "It was a good thing that little lass came to th' Manor. It's
been th' makin' o' her an' th' savin' o' him. Standin' on his feet! An' us all
thinkin' he was a poor half\u8211?witted lad with not a straight bone in
him."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
She asked a great many questions and her blue eyes were full of deep
thinking.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"What do they make of it at th' Manor\u8212?him being so well an' cheerful an'
never complainin'?" she inquired.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"They don't know what to make of it," answered Dickon. "Every day as comes round
his face looks different. It's fillin' out and doesn't look so sharp an' th' waxy
color is goin'. But he has to do his bit o' complainin'," with a highly entertained
grin.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"What for, i' Mercy's name?" asked Mrs. Sowerby.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Dickon chuckled.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"He does it to keep them from guessin' what's happened. If the doctor knew he'd
found out he could stand on his feet he'd likely write and tell Mester Craven.
Mester Colin's savin' th' secret to tell himself. He's goin' to practise his Magic
on his legs every day till his father comes back an' then he's goin' to march into
his room an' show him he's as straight as other lads. But him an' Miss Mary thinks
it's best plan to do a bit o' groanin' an' frettin' now an' then to throw folk off
th' scent."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Mrs. Sowerby was laughing a low comfortable laugh long before he had finished his
last sentence.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Eh!" she said, "that pair's enjoyin' theirselves, I'll warrant. They'll get a good
bit o' play actin' out of it an' there's nothin' children likes as much as play
actin'. Let's hear what they do, Dickon lad."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Dickon stopped weeding and sat up on his heels to tell her. His eyes were twinkling
with fun.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Mester Colin is carried down to his chair every time he goes out," he explained.
"An' he flies out at John, th' footman, for not carryin' him careful enough. He
makes himself as helpless lookin' as he can an' never lifts his head until we're
out o' sight o' th' house. An' he grunts an' frets a good bit when he's bein'
settled into his chair. Him an' Miss Mary's both got to enjoyin' it an' when he
groans an' complains she'll say, 'Poor Colin! Does it hurt you so much? Are you so
weak as that, poor Colin?'\u8212?but th' trouble is that sometimes they can scarce
keep from burstin' out laughin'. When we get safe into the garden they laugh till
they've no breath left to laugh with. An' they have to stuff their faces into
Mester Colin's cushions to keep the gardeners from hearin', if any of 'em's
about."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Th' more they laugh th' better for 'em!" said Mrs. Sowerby, still laughing
herself. "Good healthy child laughin's better than pills any day o' th' year. That
pair'll plump up for sure."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"They are plumpin' up," said Dickon. "They're that hungry they don't know how to
get enough to eat without makin' talk. Mester Colin says if he keeps sendin' for
more food they won't believe he's an invalid at all. Miss Mary says she'll let him
eat her share, but he says that if she goes hungry she'll get thin an' they mun
both get fat at once."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Mrs. Sowerby laughed so heartily at the revelation of this difficulty, that she
quite rocked backward and forward in her blue cloak, and Dickon laughed with
her.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I'll tell thee what, lad," Mrs. Sowerby said when she could speak. "I've thought
of a way to help 'em. When tha' goes to 'em in th' mornin's tha' shall take a pail
o' good new milk an' I'll bake 'em a crusty cottage loaf or some buns wi' currants
in 'em, same as you children like. Nothin's so good as fresh milk an' bread. Then
they could take off th' edge o' their hunger while they were in their garden an'
th' fine food they get indoors 'ud polish off th' corners."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar}
{
"Eh! mother!" said Dickon admiringly, "what a wonder tha' art! Tha' always sees a
way out o' things. They was quite in a pother yesterday. They didn't see how they
was to manage without orderin' up more food\u8212?they felt that empty
inside."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"They're two young 'uns growin' fast, an' health's comin' back to both of 'em.
Children like that feels like young wolves an' food's flesh an' blood to 'em," said
Mrs. Sowerby. Then she smiled Dickon's own curving smile. "Eh! but they're enjoyin'
theirselves for sure," she said.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
She was quite right, the comfortable wonderful mother creature\u8212?and she had
never been more so than when she said their "play actin'" would be their joy. Colin
and Mary found it one of their most thrilling sources of entertainment. The idea of
protecting themselves from suspicion had been unconsciously suggested to them first
by the puzzled nurse and then by Dr. Craven himself.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Your appetite is improving very much, Master Colin," the nurse had said one day.
"You used to eat nothing, and so many things disagreed with
you."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Nothing disagrees with me now," replied Colin, and then seeing the nurse looking
at him curiously he suddenly remembered that perhaps he ought not to appear too
well just yet. "At least things don't so often disagree with me. It's the fresh
air."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Perhaps it is," said the nurse, still looking at him with a mystified expression.
"But I must talk to Dr. Craven about it."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"How she stared at you!" said Mary when she went away. "As if she thought there
must be something to find out."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I won't have her finding out things," said Colin. "No one must begin to find out
yet." When Dr. Craven came that morning he seemed puzzled, also. He asked a number
of questions, to Colin's great annoyance.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"You stay out in the garden a great deal," he suggested. "Where do you
go?"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Colin put on his favorite air of dignified indifference to
opinion.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I will not let any one know where I go," he answered. "I go to a place I like.
Every one has orders to keep out of the way. I won't be watched and stared at. You
know that!"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"You seem to be out all day but I do not think it has done you harm\u8212?I do not
think so. The nurse says that you eat much more than you have ever done
before."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Perhaps," said Colin, prompted by a sudden inspiration, "perhaps it is an
unnatural appetite."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I do not think so, as your food seems to agree with you," said Dr. Craven. "You
are gaining flesh rapidly and your color is better."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Perhaps\u8212?perhaps I am bloated and feverish," said Colin, assuming a
discouraging air of gloom. "People who are not going to live are often\u8212?
different."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Dr. Craven shook his head. He was holding Colin's wrist and he pushed up his sleeve
and felt his arm.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"You are not feverish," he said thoughtfully, "and such flesh as you have gained is
healthy. If we can keep this up, my boy, we need not talk of dying. Your father
will be very happy to hear of this remarkable improvement."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar}
{
"I won't have him told!" Colin broke forth fiercely. "It will only disappoint him
if I get worse again\u8212?and I may get worse this very night. I might have a
raging fever. I feel as if I might be beginning to have one now. I won't have
letters written to my father\u8212?I won't\u8212?I won't! You are making me angry
and you know that is bad for me. I feel hot already. I hate being written about and
being talked over as much as I hate being stared at!"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Hush\u8211?h! my boy," Dr. Craven soothed him. "Nothing shall be written without
your permission. You are too sensitive about things. You must not undo the good
which has been done."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
He said no more about writing to Mr. Craven and when he saw the nurse he privately
warned her that such a possibility must not be mentioned to the
patient.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"The boy is extraordinarily better," he said. "His advance seems almost abnormal.
But of course he is doing now of his own free will what we could not make him do
before. Still, he excites himself very easily and nothing must be said to irritate
him."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Mary and Colin were much alarmed and talked together anxiously. From this time
dated their plan of "play actin'."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I may be obliged to have a tantrum," said Colin regretfully. "I don't want to have
one and I'm not miserable enough now to work myself into a big one. Perhaps I
couldn't have one at all. That lump doesn't come in my throat now and I keep
thinking of nice things instead of horrible ones. But if they talk about writing to
my father I shall have to do something."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
He made up his mind to eat less, but unfortunately it was not possible to carry out
this brilliant idea when he wakened each morning with an amazing appetite and the
table near his sofa was set with a breakfast of home\u8211?made bread and fresh
butter, snow\u8211?white eggs, raspberry jam and clotted cream. Mary always
breakfasted with him and when they found themselves at the table\u8212?particularly
if there were delicate slices of sizzling ham sending forth tempting odors from
under a hot silver cover\u8212?they would look into each other's eyes in
desperation.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I think we shall have to eat it all this morning, Mary," Colin always ended by
saying. "We can send away some of the lunch and a great deal of the
dinner."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
But they never found they could send away anything and the highly polished
condition of the empty plates returned to the pantry awakened much
comment.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I do wish," Colin would say also, "I do wish the slices of ham were thicker, and
one muffin each is not enough for any one."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"It's enough for a person who is going to die," answered Mary when first she heard
this, "but it's not enough for a person who is going to live. I sometimes feel as
if I could eat three when those nice fresh heather and gorse smells from the moor
come pouring in at the open window."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
The morning that Dickon\u8212?after they had been enjoying themselves in the garden
for about two hours\u8212?went behind a big rose\u8211?bush and brought forth two
tin pails and revealed that one was full of rich new milk with cream on the top of
it, and that the other held cottage\u8211?made currant buns folded in a clean blue
and white napkin, buns so carefully tucked in that they were still hot, there was a
riot of surprised joyfulness. What a wonderful thing for Mrs. Sowerby to think of!
What a kind, clever woman she must be! How good the buns were! And what delicious
fresh milk!\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Magic is in her just as it is in Dickon," said Colin. "It makes her think of ways
to do things\u8212?nice things. She is a Magic person. Tell her we are grateful,
Dickon\u8212?extremely grateful."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
He was given to using rather grown\u8211?up phrases at times. He enjoyed them. He
liked this so much that he improved upon it.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Tell her she has been most bounteous and our gratitude is
extreme."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
And then forgetting his grandeur he fell to and stuffed himself with buns and drank
milk out of the pail in copious draughts in the manner of any hungry little boy who
had been taking unusual exercise and breathing in moorland air and whose breakfast
was more than two hours behind him.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
This was the beginning of many agreeable incidents of the same kind. They actually
awoke to the fact that as Mrs. Sowerby had fourteen people to provide food for she
might not have enough to satisfy two extra appetites every day. So they asked her
to let them send some of their shillings to buy things.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Dickon made the stimulating discovery that in the wood in the park outside the
garden where Mary had first found him piping to the wild creatures there was a deep
little hollow where you could build a sort of tiny oven with stones and roast
potatoes and eggs in it. Roasted eggs were a previously unknown luxury and very hot
potatoes with salt and fresh butter in them were fit for a woodland king\u8212?
besides being deliciously satisfying. You could buy both potatoes and eggs and eat
as many as you liked without feeling as if you were taking food out of the mouths
of fourteen people.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Every beautiful morning the Magic was worked by the mystic circle under the
plum\u8211?tree which provided a canopy of thickening green leaves after its brief
blossom\u8211?time was ended. After the ceremony Colin always took his walking
exercise and throughout the day he exercised his newly found power at intervals.
Each day he grew stronger and could walk more steadily and cover more ground. And
each day his belief in the Magic grew stronger\u8212?as well it might. He tried one
experiment after another as he felt himself gaining strength and it was Dickon who
showed him the best things of all.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Yesterday," he said one morning after an absence, "I went to Thwaite for mother
an' near th' Blue Cow Inn I seed Bob Haworth. He's the strongest chap on th' moor.
He's the champion wrestler an' he can jump higher than any other chap an' throw th'
hammer farther. He's gone all th' way to Scotland for th' sports some years. He's
knowed me ever since I was a little 'un an' he's a friendly sort an' I axed him
some questions. Th' gentry calls him a athlete and I thought o' thee, Mester Colin,
and I says, 'How did tha' make tha' muscles stick out that way, Bob? Did tha' do
anythin' extra to make thysel' so strong?' An' he says 'Well, yes, lad, I did. A
strong man in a show that came to Thwaite once showed me how to exercise my arms
an' legs an' every muscle in my body.' An' I says, 'Could a delicate chap make
himself stronger with 'em, Bob?' an' he laughed an' says, 'Art tha' th' delicate
chap?' an' I says, 'No, but I knows a young gentleman that's gettin' well of a long
illness an' I wish I knowed some o' them tricks to tell him about.' I didn't say no
names an' he didn't ask none. He's friendly same as I said an' he stood up an'
showed me good\u8211?natured like, an' I imitated what he did till I knowed it by
heart."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Colin had been listening excitedly.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Can you show me?" he cried. "Will you?"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Aye, to be sure," Dickon answered, getting up. "But he says tha' mun do 'em gentle
at first an' be careful not to tire thysel'. Rest in between times an' take deep
breaths an' don't overdo."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I'll be careful," said Colin. "Show me! Show me! Dickon, you are the most Magic
boy in the world!"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Dickon stood up on the grass and slowly went through a carefully practical but
simple series of muscle exercises. Colin watched them with widening eyes. He could
do a few while he was sitting down. Presently he did a few gently while he stood
upon his already steadied feet. Mary began to do them also. Soot, who was watching
the performance, became much disturbed and left his branch and hopped about
restlessly because he could not do them too.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
From that time the exercises were part of the day's duties as much as the Magic
was. It became possible for both Colin and Mary to do more of them each time they
tried, and such appetites were the results that but for the basket Dickon put down
behind the bush each morning when he arrived they would have been lost. But the
little oven in the hollow and Mrs. Sowerby's bounties were so satisfying that Mrs.
Medlock and the nurse and Dr. Craven became mystified again. You can trifle with
your breakfast and seem to disdain your dinner if you are full to the brim with
roasted eggs and potatoes and richly frothed new milk and oat\u8211?cakes and buns
and heather honey and clotted cream.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"They are eating next to nothing," said the nurse. "They'll die of starvation if
they can't be persuaded to take some nourishment. And yet see how they
look."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Look!" exclaimed Mrs. Medlock indignantly. "Eh! I'm moithered to death with them.
They're a pair of young Satans. Bursting their jackets one day and the next turning
up their noses at the best meals Cook can tempt them with. Not a mouthful of that
lovely young fowl and bread sauce did they set a fork into yesterday\u8212?and the
poor woman fair {\i
invented} a pudding for them\u8212?and back it's sent. She almost cried. She's
afraid she'll be blamed if they starve themselves into their
graves."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Dr. Craven came and looked at Colin long and carefully. He wore an extremely
worried expression when the nurse talked with him and showed him the almost
untouched tray of breakfast she had saved for him to look at\u8212?but it was even
more worried when he sat down by Colin's sofa and examined him. He had been called
to London on business and had not seen the boy for nearly two weeks. When young
things begin to gain health they gain it rapidly. The waxen tinge had left Colin's
skin and a warm rose showed through it; his beautiful eyes were clear and the
hollows under them and in his cheeks and temples had filled out. His once dark,
heavy locks had begun to look as if they sprang healthily from his forehead and
were soft and warm with life. His lips were fuller and of a normal color. In fact
as an imitation of a boy who was a confirmed invalid he was a disgraceful sight.
Dr. Craven held his chin in his hand and thought him over.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar}
{
"I am sorry to hear that you do not eat anything," he said. "That will not do. You
will lose all you have gained\u8212?and you have gained amazingly. You ate so well
a short time ago."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I told you it was an unnatural appetite," answered Colin.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar}
{
Mary was sitting on her stool nearby and she suddenly made a very queer sound which
she tried so violently to repress that she ended by almost
choking.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"What is the matter?" said Dr. Craven, turning to look at
her.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Mary became quite severe in her manner.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"It was something between a sneeze and a cough," she replied with reproachful
dignity, "and it got into my throat."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"But" she said afterward to Colin, "I couldn't stop myself. It just burst out
because all at once I couldn't help remembering that last big potato you ate and
the way your mouth stretched when you bit through that thick lovely crust with jam
and clotted cream on it."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Is there any way in which those children can get food secretly?" Dr. Craven
inquired of Mrs. Medlock.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"There's no way unless they dig it out of the earth or pick it off the trees," Mrs.
Medlock answered. "They stay out in the grounds all day and see no one but each
other. And if they want anything different to eat from what's sent up to them they
need only ask for it."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Well," said Dr. Craven, "so long as going without food agrees with them we need
not disturb ourselves. The boy is a new creature."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"So is the girl," said Mrs. Medlock. "She's begun to be downright pretty since
she's filled out and lost her ugly little sour look. Her hair's grown thick and
healthy looking and she's got a bright color. The glummest, ill\u8211?natured
little thing she used to be and now her and Master Colin laugh together like a pair
of crazy young ones. Perhaps they're growing fat on that."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar}
{
"Perhaps they are," said Dr. Craven. "Let them laugh."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar}
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The Curtain\par\pard\plain\hyphpar}\par\pard\plain\hyphpar}\par\pard\plain\hyphpar}
\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
And the secret garden bloomed and bloomed and every morning revealed new miracles.
In the robin's nest there were Eggs and the robin's mate sat upon them keeping them
warm with her feathery little breast and careful wings. At first she was very
nervous and the robin himself was indignantly watchful. Even Dickon did not go near
the close\u8211?grown corner in those days, but waited until by the quiet working
of some mysterious spell he seemed to have conveyed to the soul of the little pair
that in the garden there was nothing which was not quite like themselves\u8212?
nothing which did not understand the wonderfulness of what was happening to
them\u8212?the immense, tender, terrible, heart\u8211?breaking beauty and solemnity
of Eggs. If there had been one person in that garden who had not known through all
his or her innermost being that if an Egg were taken away or hurt the whole world
would whirl round and crash through space and come to an end\u8212?if there had
been even one who did not feel it and act accordingly there could have been no
happiness even in that golden springtime air. But they all knew it and felt it and
the robin and his mate knew they knew it.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
At first the robin watched Mary and Colin with sharp anxiety. For some mysterious
reason he knew he need not watch Dickon. The first moment he set his dew\u8211?
bright black eye on Dickon he knew he was not a stranger but a sort of robin
without beak or feathers. He could speak robin (which is a quite distinct language
not to be mistaken for any other). To speak robin to a robin is like speaking
French to a Frenchman. Dickon always spoke it to the robin himself, so the queer
gibberish he used when he spoke to humans did not matter in the least. The robin
thought he spoke this gibberish to them because they were not intelligent enough to
understand feathered speech. His movements also were robin. They never startled one
by being sudden enough to seem dangerous or threatening. Any robin could understand
Dickon, so his presence was not even disturbing.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
But at the outset it seemed necessary to be on guard against the other two. In the
first place the boy creature did not come into the garden on his legs. He was
pushed in on a thing with wheels and the skins of wild animals were thrown over
him. That in itself was doubtful. Then when he began to stand up and move about he
did it in a queer unaccustomed way and the others seemed to have to help him. The
robin used to secrete himself in a bush and watch this anxiously, his head tilted
first on one side and then on the other. He thought that the slow movements might
mean that he was preparing to pounce, as cats do. When cats are preparing to pounce
they creep over the ground very slowly. The robin talked this over with his mate a
great deal for a few days but after that he decided not to speak of the subject
because her terror was so great that he was afraid it might be injurious to the
Eggs.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
When the boy began to walk by himself and even to move more quickly it was an
immense relief. But for a long time\u8212?or it seemed a long time to the
robin\u8212?he was a source of some anxiety. He did not act as the other humans
did. He seemed very fond of walking but he had a way of sitting or lying down for a
while and then getting up in a disconcerting manner to begin
again.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
One day the robin remembered that when he himself had been made to learn to fly by
his parents he had done much the same sort of thing. He had taken short flights of
a few yards and then had been obliged to rest. So it occurred to him that this boy
was learning to fly\u8212?or rather to walk. He mentioned this to his mate and when
he told her that the Eggs would probably conduct themselves in the same way after
they were fledged she was quite comforted and even became eagerly interested and
derived great pleasure from watching the boy over the edge of her nest\u8212?though
she always thought that the Eggs would be much cleverer and learn more quickly. But
then she said indulgently that humans were always more clumsy and slow than Eggs
and most of them never seemed really to learn to fly at all. You never met them in
the air or on tree\u8211?tops.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
After a while the boy began to move about as the others did, but all three of the
children at times did unusual things. They would stand under the trees and move
their arms and legs and heads about in a way which was neither walking nor running
nor sitting down. They went through these movements at intervals every day and the
robin was never able to explain to his mate what they were doing or trying to do.
He could only say that he was sure that the Eggs would never flap about in such a
manner; but as the boy who could speak robin so fluently was doing the thing with
them, birds could be quite sure that the actions were not of a dangerous nature. Of
course neither the robin nor his mate had ever heard of the champion wrestler, Bob
Haworth, and his exercises for making the muscles stand out like lumps. Robins are
not like human beings; their muscles are always exercised from the first and so
they develop themselves in a natural manner. If you have to fly about to find every
meal you eat, your muscles do not become atrophied (atrophied means wasted away
through want of use).\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
When the boy was walking and running about and digging and weeding like the others,
the nest in the corner was brooded over by a great peace and content. Fears for the
Eggs became things of the past. Knowing that your Eggs were as safe as if they were
locked in a bank vault and the fact that you could watch so many curious things
going on made setting a most entertaining occupation. On wet days the Eggs' mother
sometimes felt even a little dull because the children did not come into the
garden.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
But even on wet days it could not be said that Mary and Colin were dull. One
morning when the rain streamed down unceasingly and Colin was beginning to feel a
little restive, as he was obliged to remain on his sofa because it was not safe to
get up and walk about, Mary had an inspiration.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Now that I am a real boy," Colin had said, "my legs and arms and all my body are
so full of Magic that I can't keep them still. They want to be doing things all the
time. Do you know that when I waken in the morning, Mary, when it's quite early and
the birds are just shouting outside and everything seems just shouting for
joy\u8212?even the trees and things we can't really hear\u8212?I feel as if I must
jump out of bed and shout myself. And if I did it, just think what would
happen!"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Mary giggled inordinately.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"The nurse would come running and Mrs. Medlock would come running and they would be
sure you had gone crazy and they'd send for the doctor," she
said.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Colin giggled himself. He could see how they would all look\u8212?how horrified by
his outbreak and how amazed to see him standing upright.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I wish my father would come home," he said. "I want to tell him myself. I'm always
thinking about it\u8212?but we couldn't go on like this much longer. I can't stand
lying still and pretending, and besides I look too different. I wish it wasn't
raining to\u8211?day."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
It was then Mistress Mary had her inspiration.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Colin," she began mysteriously, "do you know how many rooms there are in this
house?"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"About a thousand, I suppose," he answered.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"There's about a hundred no one ever goes into," said Mary. "And one rainy day I
went and looked into ever so many of them. No one ever knew, though Mrs. Medlock
nearly found me out. I lost my way when I was coming back and I stopped at the end
of your corridor. That was the second time I heard you
crying."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Colin started up on his sofa.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"A hundred rooms no one goes into," he said. "It sounds almost like a secret
garden. Suppose we go and look at them. You could wheel me in my chair and nobody
would know where we went."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"That's what I was thinking," said Mary. "No one would dare to follow us. There are
galleries where you could run. We could do our exercises. There is a little Indian
room where there is a cabinet full of ivory elephants. There are all sorts of
rooms."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Ring the bell," said Colin.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
When the nurse came in he gave his orders.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I want my chair," he said. "Miss Mary and I are going to look at the part of the
house which is not used. John can push me as far as the picture\u8211?gallery
because there are some stairs. Then he must go away and leave us alone until I send
for him again."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Rainy days lost their terrors that morning. When the footman had wheeled the chair
into the picture\u8211?gallery and left the two together in obedience to orders,
Colin and Mary looked at each other delighted. As soon as Mary had made sure that
John was really on his way back to his own quarters below stairs, Colin got out of
his chair.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I am going to run from one end of the gallery to the other," he said, "and then I
am going to jump and then we will do Bob Haworth's
exercises."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
And they did all these things and many others. They looked at the portraits and
found the plain little girl dressed in green brocade and holding the parrot on her
finger.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"All these," said Colin, "must be my relations. They lived a long time ago. That
parrot one, I believe, is one of my great, great, great, great aunts. She looks
rather like you, Mary\u8212?not as you look now but as you looked when you came
here. Now you are a great deal fatter and better looking."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar}
{
"So are you," said Mary, and they both laughed.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
They went to the Indian room and amused themselves with the ivory elephants. They
found the rose\u8211?colored brocade boudoir and the hole in the cushion the mouse
had left but the mice had grown up and run away and the hole was empty. They saw
more rooms and made more discoveries than Mary had made on her first pilgrimage.
They found new corridors and corners and flights of steps and new old pictures they
liked and weird old things they did not know the use of. It was a curiously
entertaining morning and the feeling of wandering about in the same house with
other people but at the same time feeling as if one were miles away from them was a
fascinating thing.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I'm glad we came," Colin said. "I never knew I lived in such a big queer old
place. I like it. We will ramble about every rainy day. We shall always be finding
new queer corners and things."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
That morning they had found among other things such good appetites that when they
returned to Colin's room it was not possible to send the luncheon away
untouched.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
When the nurse carried the tray down\u8211?stairs she slapped it down on the
kitchen dresser so that Mrs. Loomis, the cook, could see the highly polished dishes
and plates.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Look at that!" she said. "This is a house of mystery, and those two children are
the greatest mysteries in it."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"If they keep that up every day," said the strong young footman John, "there'd be
small wonder that he weighs twice as much to\u8211?day as he did a month ago. I
should have to give up my place in time, for fear of doing my muscles an
injury."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
That afternoon Mary noticed that something new had happened in Colin's room. She
had noticed it the day before but had said nothing because she thought the change
might have been made by chance. She said nothing to\u8211?day but she sat and
looked fixedly at the picture over the mantel. She could look at it because the
curtain had been drawn aside. That was the change she
noticed.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I know what you want me to tell you," said Colin, after she had stared a few
minutes. "I always know when you want me to tell you something. You are wondering
why the curtain is drawn back. I am going to keep it like
that."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Why?" asked Mary.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Because it doesn't make me angry any more to see her laughing. I wakened when it
was bright moonlight two nights ago and felt as if the Magic was filling the room
and making everything so splendid that I couldn't lie still. I got up and looked
out of the window. The room was quite light and there was a patch of moonlight on
the curtain and somehow that made me go and pull the cord. She looked right down at
me as if she were laughing because she was glad I was standing there. It made me
like to look at her. I want to see her laughing like that all the time. I think she
must have been a sort of Magic person perhaps."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"You are so like her now," said Mary, "that sometimes I think perhaps you are her
ghost made into a boy."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
That idea seemed to impress Colin. He thought it over and then answered her
slowly.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"If I were her ghost\u8212?my father would be fond of me," he
said.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Do you want him to be fond of you?" inquired Mary.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I used to hate it because he was not fond of me. If he grew fond of me I think I
should tell him about the Magic. It might make him more
cheerful."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {\page } {\qc
{\s1 \afs32
{\b
Chapter XXVI\par\pard\plain\hyphpar}\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {\s3 \afs28
{\b
{\i
"It's
Mother!"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar}\par\pard\plain\hyphpar}\par\pard\plain\hyphpar}
\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Their belief in the Magic was an abiding thing. After the morning's incantations
Colin sometimes gave them Magic lectures.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I like to do it," he explained, "because when I grow up and make great scientific
discoveries I shall be obliged to lecture about them and so this is practise. I can
only give short lectures now because I am very young, and besides Ben Weatherstaff
would feel as if he was in church and he would go to
sleep."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Th' best thing about lecturin'," said Ben, "is that a chap can get up an' say
aught he pleases an' no other chap can answer him back. I wouldn't be agen'
lecturin' a bit mysel' sometimes."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
But when Colin held forth under his tree old Ben fixed devouring eyes on him and
kept them there. He looked him over with critical affection. It was not so much the
lecture which interested him as the legs which looked straighter and stronger each
day, the boyish head which held itself up so well, the once sharp chin and hollow
cheeks which had filled and rounded out and the eyes which had begun to hold the
light he remembered in another pair. Sometimes when Colin felt Ben's earnest gaze
meant that he was much impressed he wondered what he was reflecting on and once
when he had seemed quite entranced he questioned him.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"What are you thinking about, Ben Weatherstaff?" he asked.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar}
{
"I was thinkin'," answered Ben, "as I'd warrant tha's gone up three or four pound
this week. I was lookin' at tha' calves an' tha' shoulders. I'd like to get thee on
a pair o' scales."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"It's the Magic and\u8212?and Mrs. Sowerby's buns and milk and things," said Colin.
"You see the scientific experiment has succeeded."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
That morning Dickon was too late to hear the lecture. When he came he was ruddy
with running and his funny face looked more twinkling than usual. As they had a
good deal of weeding to do after the rains they fell to work. They always had
plenty to do after a warm deep sinking rain. The moisture which was good for the
flowers was also good for the weeds which thrust up tiny blades of grass and points
of leaves which must be pulled up before their roots took too firm hold. Colin was
as good at weeding as any one in these days and he could lecture while he was doing
it.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"The Magic works best when you work yourself," he said this morning. "You can feel
it in your bones and muscles. I am going to read books about bones and muscles, but
I am going to write a book about Magic. I am making it up now. I keep finding out
things."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
It was not very long after he had said this that he laid down his trowel and stood
up on his feet. He had been silent for several minutes and they had seen that he
was thinking out lectures, as he often did. When he dropped his trowel and stood
upright it seemed to Mary and Dickon as if a sudden strong thought had made him do
it. He stretched himself out to his tallest height and he threw out his arms
exultantly. Color glowed in his face and his strange eyes widened with joyfulness.
All at once he had realized something to the full.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Mary! Dickon!" he cried. "Just look at me!"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
They stopped their weeding and looked at him.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Do you remember that first morning you brought me in here?" he
demanded.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Dickon was looking at him very hard. Being an animal charmer he could see more
things than most people could and many of them were things he never talked about.
He saw some of them now in this boy.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Aye, that we do," he answered.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Mary looked hard too, but she said nothing.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Just this minute," said Colin, "all at once I remembered it myself\u8212?when I
looked at my hand digging with the trowel\u8212?and I had to stand up on my feet to
see if it was real. And it {\i
is} real! I'm {\i
well}\u8212?I'm {\i
well}!"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Aye, that tha' art!" said Dickon.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I'm well! I'm well!" said Colin again, and his face went quite red all
over.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
He had known it before in a way, he had hoped it and felt it and thought about it,
but just at that minute something had rushed all through him\u8212?a sort of
rapturous belief and realization and it had been so strong that he could not help
calling out.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I shall live forever and ever and ever!" he cried grandly. "I shall find out
thousands and thousands of things. I shall find out about people and creatures and
everything that grows\u8212?like Dickon\u8212?and I shall never stop making Magic.
I'm well! I'm well! I feel\u8212?I feel as if I want to shout out something\u8212?
something thankful, joyful!"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Ben Weatherstaff, who had been working near a rose\u8211?bush, glanced round at
him.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Tha' might sing th' Doxology," he suggested in his dryest grunt. He had no opinion
of the Doxology and he did not make the suggestion with any particular
reverence.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
But Colin was of an exploring mind and he knew nothing about the
Doxology.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"What is that?" he inquired.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Dickon can sing it for thee, I'll warrant," replied Ben
Weatherstaff.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Dickon answered with his all\u8211?perceiving animal charmer's
smile.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"They sing it i' church," he said. "Mother says she believes th' skylarks sings it
when they gets up i' th' mornin'."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"If she says that, it must be a nice song," Colin answered. "I've never been in a
church myself. I was always too ill. Sing it, Dickon. I want to hear
it."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Dickon was quite simple and unaffected about it. He understood what Colin felt
better than Colin did himself. He understood by a sort of instinct so natural that
he did not know it was understanding. He pulled off his cap and looked round still
smiling.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Tha' must take off tha' cap," he said to Colin, "an' so mun tha', Ben\u8212?an'
tha' mun stand up, tha' knows."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Colin took off his cap and the sun shone on and warmed his thick hair as he watched
Dickon intently. Ben Weatherstaff scrambled up from his knees and bared his head
too with a sort of puzzled half\u8211?resentful look on his old face as if he
didn't know exactly why he was doing this remarkable thing.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar}
{
Dickon stood out among the trees and rose\u8211?bushes and began to sing in quite a
simple matter\u8211?of\u8211?fact way and in a nice strong boy
voice:\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} "Praise God from whom all blessings flow,Praise Him
all creatures here below,Praise Him above ye Heavenly Host,Praise Father, Son, and
Holy Ghost.Amen." {
When he had finished, Ben Weatherstaff was standing quite still with his jaws set
obstinately but with a disturbed look in his eyes fixed on Colin. Colin's face was
thoughtful and appreciative.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"It is a very nice song," he said. "I like it. Perhaps it means just what I mean
when I want to shout out that I am thankful to the Magic." He stopped and thought
in a puzzled way. "Perhaps they are both the same thing. How can we know the exact
names of everything? Sing it again, Dickon. Let us try, Mary. I want to sing it,
too. It's my song. How does it begin? 'Praise God from whom all blessings
flow'?"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {\qc

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"'PRAISE GOD FROM WHOM ALL BLESSINGS FLOW'"\u8212?Page
344\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} \par\pard\plain\hyphpar} \par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
And they sang it again, and Mary and Colin lifted their voices as musically as they
could and Dickon's swelled quite loud and beautiful\u8212?and at the second line
Ben Weatherstaff raspingly cleared his throat and at the third he joined in with
such vigor that it seemed almost savage and when the "Amen" came to an end Mary
observed that the very same thing had happened to him which had happened when he
found out that Colin was not a cripple\u8212?his chin was twitching and he was
staring and winking and his leathery old cheeks were wet.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I never seed no sense in th' Doxology afore," he said hoarsely, "but I may change
my mind i' time. I should say tha'd gone up five pound this week, Mester
Colin\u8212?five on 'em!"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Colin was looking across the garden at something attracting his attention and his
expression had become a startled one.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Who is coming in here?" he said quickly. "Who is it?"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
The door in the ivied wall had been pushed gently open and a woman had entered. She
had come in with the last line of their song and she had stood still listening and
looking at them. With the ivy behind her, the sunlight drifting through the trees
and dappling her long blue cloak, and her nice fresh face smiling across the
greenery she was rather like a softly colored illustration in one of Colin's books.
She had wonderful affectionate eyes which seemed to take everything in\u8212?all of
them, even Ben Weatherstaff and the "creatures" and every flower that was in bloom.
Unexpectedly as she had appeared, not one of them felt that she was an intruder at
all. Dickon's eyes lighted like lamps.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"It's Mother\u8212?that's who it is!" he cried and he went across the grass at a
run.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Colin began to move toward her, too, and Mary went with him. They both felt their
pulses beat faster.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"It's Mother!" Dickon said again when they met half\u8211?way. "I knowed tha'
wanted to see her an' I told her where th' door was hid."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Colin held out his hand with a sort of flushed royal shyness but his eyes quite
devoured her face.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Even when I was ill I wanted to see you," he said, "you and Dickon and the secret
garden. I'd never wanted to see any one or anything
before."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
The sight of his uplifted face brought about a sudden change in her own. She
flushed and the corners of her mouth shook and a mist seemed to sweep over her
eyes.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Eh! dear lad!" she broke out tremulously. "Eh! dear lad!" as if she had not known
she were going to say it. She did not say, "Mester Colin," but just "dear lad"
quite suddenly. She might have said it to Dickon in the same way if she had seen
something in his face which touched her. Colin liked it.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Are you surprised because I am so well?" he asked.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
She put her hand on his shoulder and smiled the mist out of her
eyes.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Aye, that I am!" she said; "but tha'rt so like thy mother tha' made my heart
jump."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Do you think," said Colin a little awkwardly, "that will make my father like
me?"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Aye, for sure, dear lad," she answered and she gave his shoulder a soft quick pat.
"He mun come home\u8212?he mun come home."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Susan Sowerby," said Ben Weatherstaff, getting close to her. "Look at th' lad's
legs, wilt tha'? They was like drumsticks i' stockin' two month' ago\u8212?an' I
heard folk tell as they was bandy an' knock\u8211?kneed both at th' same time. Look
at 'em now!"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Susan Sowerby laughed a comfortable laugh.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"They're goin' to be fine strong lad's legs in a bit," she said. "Let him go on
playin' an' workin' in th' garden an' eatin' hearty an' drinkin' plenty o' good
sweet milk an' there'll not be a finer pair i' Yorkshire, thank God for
it."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
She put both hands on Mistress Mary's shoulders and looked her little face over in
a motherly fashion.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"An' thee, too!" she said. "Tha'rt grown near as hearty as our 'Lizabeth Ellen.
I'll warrant tha'rt like thy mother too. Our Martha told me as Mrs. Medlock heard
she was a pretty woman. Tha'lt be like a blush rose when tha' grows up, my little
lass, bless thee."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
She did not mention that when Martha came home on her "day out" and described the
plain sallow child she had said that she had no confidence whatever in what Mrs.
Medlock had heard. "It doesn't stand to reason that a pretty woman could be th'
mother o' such a fou' little lass," she had added
obstinately.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Mary had not had time to pay much attention to her changing face. She had only
known that she looked "different" and seemed to have a great deal more hair and
that it was growing very fast. But remembering her pleasure in looking at the Mem
Sahib in the past she was glad to hear that she might some day look like
her.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Susan Sowerby went round their garden with them and was told the whole story of it
and shown every bush and tree which had come alive. Colin walked on one side of her
and Mary on the other. Each of them kept looking up at her comfortable rosy face,
secretly curious about the delightful feeling she gave them\u8212?a sort of warm,
supported feeling. It seemed as if she understood them as Dickon understood his
"creatures." She stooped over the flowers and talked about them as if they were
children. Soot followed her and once or twice cawed at her and flew upon her
shoulder as if it were Dickon's. When they told her about the robin and the first
flight of the young ones she laughed a motherly little mellow laugh in her
throat.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I suppose learnin' 'em to fly is like learnin' children to walk, but I'm feared I
should be all in a worrit if mine had wings instead o' legs," she
said.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
It was because she seemed such a wonderful woman in her nice moorland cottage way
that at last she was told about the Magic.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Do you believe in Magic?" asked Colin after he had explained about Indian fakirs.
"I do hope you do."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"That I do, lad," she answered. "I never knowed it by that name but what does th'
name matter? I warrant they call it a different name i' France an' a different one
i' Germany. Th' same thing as set th' seeds swellin' an' th' sun shinin' made thee
a well lad an' it's th' Good Thing. It isn't like us poor fools as think it matters
if us is called out of our names. Th' Big Good Thing doesn't stop to worrit, bless
thee. It goes on makin' worlds by th' million\u8212?worlds like us. Never thee stop
believin' in th' Big Good Thing an' knowin' th' world's full of it\u8212?an' call
it what tha' likes. Tha' wert singin' to it when I come into th'
garden."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I felt so joyful," said Colin, opening his beautiful strange eyes at her.
"Suddenly I felt how different I was\u8212?how strong my arms and legs were, you
know\u8212?and how I could dig and stand\u8212?and I jumped up and wanted to shout
out something to anything that would listen."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Th' Magic listened when tha' sung th' Doxology. It would ha' listened to anything
tha'd sung. It was th' joy that mattered. Eh! lad, lad\u8212?what's names to th'
Joy Maker," and she gave his shoulders a quick soft pat
again.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
She had packed a basket which held a regular feast this morning, and when the
hungry hour came and Dickon brought it out from its hiding place, she sat down with
them under their tree and watched them devour their food, laughing and quite
gloating over their appetites. She was full of fun and made them laugh at all sorts
of odd things. She told them stories in broad Yorkshire and taught them new words.
She laughed as if she could not help it when they told her of the increasing
difficulty there was in pretending that Colin was still a fretful
invalid.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"You see we can't help laughing nearly all the time when we are together,"
explained Colin. "And it doesn't sound ill at all. We try to choke it back but it
will burst out and that sounds worse than ever."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"There's one thing that comes into my mind so often," said Mary, "and I can
scarcely ever hold in when I think of it suddenly. I keep thinking suppose Colin's
face should get to look like a full moon. It isn't like one yet but he gets a tiny
bit fatter every day\u8212?and suppose some morning it should look like one\u8212?
what should we do!"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Bless us all, I can see tha' has a good bit o' play actin' to do," said Susan
Sowerby. "But tha' won't have to keep it up much longer. Mester Craven'll come
home."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Do you think he will?" asked Colin. "Why?"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Susan Sowerby chuckled softly.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I suppose it 'ud nigh break thy heart if he found out before tha' told him in tha'
own way," she said. "Tha's laid awake nights plannin' it."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar}
{
"I couldn't bear any one else to tell him," said Colin. "I think about different
ways every day. I think now I just want to run into his
room."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"That'd be a fine start for him," said Susan Sowerby. "I'd like to see his face,
lad. I would that! He mun come back\u8212?that he mun."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
One of the things they talked of was the visit they were to make to her cottage.
They planned it all. They were to drive over the moor and lunch out of doors among
the heather. They would see all the twelve children and Dickon's garden and would
not come back until they were tired.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Susan Sowerby got up at last to return to the house and Mrs. Medlock. It was time
for Colin to be wheeled back also. But before he got into his chair he stood quite
close to Susan and fixed his eyes on her with a kind of bewildered adoration and he
suddenly caught hold of the fold of her blue cloak and held it
fast.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"You are just what I\u8212?what I wanted," he said. "I wish you were my
mother\u8212?as well as Dickon's!"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
All at once Susan Sowerby bent down and drew him with her warm arms close against
the bosom under the blue cloak\u8212?as if he had been Dickon's brother. The quick
mist swept over her eyes.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Eh! dear lad!" she said. "Thy own mother's in this 'ere very garden, I do believe.
She couldna' keep out of it. Thy father mun come back to thee\u8212?he
mun!"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {\page } {\qc
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{\b
Chapter XXVII\par\pard\plain\hyphpar}\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {\s3 \afs28
{\b
{\i
In the
Garden\par\pard\plain\hyphpar}\par\pard\plain\hyphpar}\par\pard\plain\hyphpar}
\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
In each century since the beginning of the world wonderful things have been
discovered. In the last century more amazing things were found out than in any
century before. In this new century hundreds of things still more astounding will
be brought to light. At first people refuse to believe that a strange new thing can
be done, then they begin to hope it can be done, then they see it can be
done\u8212?then it is done and all the world wonders why it was not done centuries
ago. One of the new things people began to find out in the last century was that
thoughts\u8212?just mere thoughts\u8212?are as powerful as electric
batteries\u8212?as good for one as sunlight is, or as bad for one as poison. To let
a sad thought or a bad one get into your mind is as dangerous as letting a scarlet
fever germ get into your body. If you let it stay there after it has got in you may
never get over it as long as you live.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
So long as Mistress Mary's mind was full of disagreeable thoughts about her
dislikes and sour opinions of people and her determination not to be pleased by or
interested in anything, she was a yellow\u8211?faced, sickly, bored and wretched
child. Circumstances, however, were very kind to her, though she was not at all
aware of it. They began to push her about for her own good. When her mind gradually
filled itself with robins, and moorland cottages crowded with children, with queer
crabbed old gardeners and common little Yorkshire housemaids, with springtime and
with secret gardens coming alive day by day, and also with a moor boy and his
"creatures," there was no room left for the disagreeable thoughts which affected
her liver and her digestion and made her yellow and tired.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar}
{
So long as Colin shut himself up in his room and thought only of his fears and
weakness and his detestation of people who looked at him and reflected hourly on
humps and early death, he was a hysterical half\u8211?crazy little hypochondriac
who knew nothing of the sunshine and the spring and also did not know that he could
get well and could stand upon his feet if he tried to do it. When new beautiful
thoughts began to push out the old hideous ones, life began to come back to him,
his blood ran healthily through his veins and strength poured into him like a
flood. His scientific experiment was quite practical and simple and there was
nothing weird about it at all. Much more surprising things can happen to any one
who, when a disagreeable or discouraged thought comes into his mind, just has the
sense to remember in time and push it out by putting in an agreeable determinedly
courageous one. Two things cannot be in one place.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} "Where
you tend a rose, my lad,A thistle cannot grow." {
While the secret garden was coming alive and two children were coming alive with
it, there was a man wandering about certain far\u8211?away beautiful places in the
Norwegian fiords and the valleys and mountains of Switzerland and he was a man who
for ten years had kept his mind filled with dark and heart\u8211?broken thinking.
He had not been courageous; he had never tried to put any other thoughts in the
place of the dark ones. He had wandered by blue lakes and thought them; he had lain
on mountain\u8211?sides with sheets of deep blue gentians blooming all about him
and flower breaths filling all the air and he had thought them. A terrible sorrow
had fallen upon him when he had been happy and he had let his soul fill itself with
blackness and had refused obstinately to allow any rift of light to pierce through.
He had forgotten and deserted his home and his duties. When he traveled about,
darkness so brooded over him that the sight of him was a wrong done to other people
because it was as if he poisoned the air about him with gloom. Most strangers
thought he must be either half mad or a man with some hidden crime on his soul. He
was a tall man with a drawn face and crooked shoulders and the name he always
entered on hotel registers was, "Archibald Craven, Misselthwaite Manor, Yorkshire,
England."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
He had traveled far and wide since the day he saw Mistress Mary in his study and
told her she might have her "bit of earth." He had been in the most beautiful
places in Europe, though he had remained nowhere more than a few days. He had
chosen the quietest and remotest spots. He had been on the tops of mountains whose
heads were in the clouds and had looked down on other mountains when the sun rose
and touched them with such light as made it seem as if the world were just being
born.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
But the light had never seemed to touch himself until one day when he realized that
for the first time in ten years a strange thing had happened. He was in a wonderful
valley in the Austrian Tyrol and he had been walking alone through such beauty as
might have lifted any man's soul out of shadow. He had walked a long way and it had
not lifted his. But at last he had felt tired and had thrown himself down to rest
on a carpet of moss by a stream. It was a clear little stream which ran quite
merrily along on its narrow way through the luscious damp greenness. Sometimes it
made a sound rather like very low laughter as it bubbled over and round stones. He
saw birds come and dip their heads to drink in it and then flick their wings and
fly away. It seemed like a thing alive and yet its tiny voice made the stillness
seem deeper. The valley was very, very still.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
As he sat gazing into the clear running of the water, Archibald Craven gradually
felt his mind and body both grow quiet, as quiet as the valley itself. He wondered
if he were going to sleep, but he was not. He sat and gazed at the sunlit water and
his eyes began to see things growing at its edge. There was one lovely mass of blue
forget\u8211?me\u8211?nots growing so close to the stream that its leaves were wet
and at these he found himself looking as he remembered he had looked at such things
years ago. He was actually thinking tenderly how lovely it was and what wonders of
blue its hundreds of little blossoms were. He did not know that just that simple
thought was slowly filling his mind\u8212?filling and filling it until other things
were softly pushed aside. It was as if a sweet clear spring had begun to rise in a
stagnant pool and had risen and risen until at last it swept the dark water away.
But of course he did not think of this himself. He only knew that the valley seemed
to grow quieter and quieter as he sat and stared at the bright delicate blueness.
He did not know how long he sat there or what was happening to him, but at last he
moved as if he were awakening and he got up slowly and stood on the moss carpet,
drawing a long, deep, soft breath and wondering at himself. Something seemed to
have been unbound and released in him, very quietly.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"What is it?" he said, almost in a whisper, and he passed his hand over his
forehead. "I almost feel as if\u8212?I were alive!"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
I do not know enough about the wonderfulness of undiscovered things to be able to
explain how this had happened to him. Neither does any one else yet. He did not
understand at all himself\u8212?but he remembered this strange hour months
afterward when he was at Misselthwaite again and he found out quite by accident
that on this very day Colin had cried out as he went into the secret
garden:\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I am going to live forever and ever and ever!"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
The singular calmness remained with him the rest of the evening and he slept a new
reposeful sleep; but it was not with him very long. He did not know that it could
be kept. By the next night he had opened the doors wide to his dark thoughts and
they had come trooping and rushing back. He left the valley and went on his
wandering way again. But, strange as it seemed to him, there were minutes\u8212?
sometimes half\u8211?hours\u8212?when, without his knowing why, the black burden
seemed to lift itself again and he knew he was a living man and not a dead one.
Slowly\u8212?slowly\u8212?for no reason that he knew of\u8212?he was "coming alive"
with the garden.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
As the golden summer changed into the deeper golden autumn he went to the Lake of
Como. There he found the loveliness of a dream. He spent his days upon the crystal
blueness of the lake or he walked back into the soft thick verdure of the hills and
tramped until he was tired so that he might sleep. But by this time he had begun to
sleep better, he knew, and his dreams had ceased to be a terror to
him.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Perhaps," he thought, "my body is growing stronger."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
It was growing stronger but\u8212?because of the rare peaceful hours when his
thoughts were changed\u8212?his soul was slowly growing stronger, too. He began to
think of Misselthwaite and wonder if he should not go home. Now and then he
wondered vaguely about his boy and asked himself what he should feel when he went
and stood by the carved four\u8211?posted bed again and looked down at the sharply
chiseled ivory\u8211?white face while it slept and the black lashes rimmed so
startlingly the close\u8211?shut eyes. He shrank from it.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
One marvel of a day he had walked so far that when he returned the moon was high
and full and all the world was purple shadow and silver. The stillness of lake and
shore and wood was so wonderful that he did not go into the villa he lived in. He
walked down to a little bowered terrace at the water's edge and sat upon a seat and
breathed in all the heavenly scents of the night. He felt the strange calmness
stealing over him and it grew deeper and deeper until he fell
asleep.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
He did not know when he fell asleep and when he began to dream; his dream was so
real that he did not feel as if he were dreaming. He remembered afterward how
intensely wide awake and alert he had thought he was. He thought that as he sat and
breathed in the scent of the late roses and listened to the lapping of the water at
his feet he heard a voice calling. It was sweet and clear and happy and far away.
It seemed very far, but he heard it as distinctly as if it had been at his very
side.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Archie! Archie! Archie!" it said, and then again, sweeter and clearer than before,
"Archie! Archie!"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
He thought he sprang to his feet not even startled. It was such a real voice and it
seemed so natural that he should hear it.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Lilias! Lilias!" he answered. "Lilias! where are you?"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"In the garden," it came back like a sound from a golden flute. "In the
garden!"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
And then the dream ended. But he did not awaken. He slept soundly and sweetly all
through the lovely night. When he did awake at last it was brilliant morning and a
servant was standing staring at him. He was an Italian servant and was accustomed,
as all the servants of the villa were, to accepting without question any strange
thing his foreign master might do. No one ever knew when he would go out or come in
or where he would choose to sleep or if he would roam about the garden or lie in
the boat on the lake all night. The man held a salver with some letters on it and
he waited quietly until Mr. Craven took them. When he had gone away Mr. Craven sat
a few moments holding them in his hand and looking at the lake. His strange calm
was still upon him and something more\u8212?a lightness as if the cruel thing which
had been done had not happened as he thought\u8212?as if something had changed. He
was remembering the dream\u8212?the real\u8212?real dream.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar}
{
"In the garden!" he said, wondering at himself. "In the garden! But the door is
locked and the key is buried deep."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
When he glanced at the letters a few minutes later he saw that the one lying at the
top of the rest was an English letter and came from Yorkshire. It was directed in a
plain woman's hand but it was not a hand he knew. He opened it, scarcely thinking
of the writer, but the first words attracted his attention at
once.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"{\i
Dear Sir:}\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I am Susan Sowerby that made bold to speak to you once on the moor. It was about
Miss Mary I spoke. I will make bold to speak again. Please, sir, I would come home
if I was you. I think you would be glad to come and\u8212?if you will excuse me,
sir\u8212?I think your lady would ask you to come if she was
here.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} "Your obedient servant,"SUSAN SOWERBY." {
Mr. Craven read the letter twice before he put it back in its envelope. He kept
thinking about the dream.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I will go back to Misselthwaite," he said. "Yes, I'll go at
once."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
And he went through the garden to the villa and ordered Pitcher to prepare for his
return to England.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
{\qc
{\i
} {\i
} *\par\pard\plain\hyphpar}\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
In a few days he was in Yorkshire again, and on his long railroad journey he found
himself thinking of his boy as he had never thought in all the ten years past.
During those years he had only wished to forget him. Now, though he did not intend
to think about him, memories of him constantly drifted into his mind. He remembered
the black days when he had raved like a madman because the child was alive and the
mother was dead. He had refused to see it, and when he had gone to look at it at
last it had been such a weak wretched thing that every one had been sure it would
die in a few days. But to the surprise of those who took care of it the days passed
and it lived and then every one believed it would be a deformed and crippled
creature.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
He had not meant to be a bad father, but he had not felt like a father at all. He
had supplied doctors and nurses and luxuries, but he had shrunk from the mere
thought of the boy and had buried himself in his own misery. The first time after a
year's absence he returned to Misselthwaite and the small miserable looking thing
languidly and indifferently lifted to his face the great gray eyes with black
lashes round them, so like and yet so horribly unlike the happy eyes he had adored,
he could not bear the sight of them and turned away pale as death. After that he
scarcely ever saw him except when he was asleep, and all he knew of him was that he
was a confirmed invalid, with a vicious, hysterical, half\u8211?insane temper. He
could only be kept from furies dangerous to himself by being given his own way in
every detail.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
All this was not an uplifting thing to recall, but as the train whirled him through
mountain passes and golden plains the man who was "coming alive" began to think in
a new way and he thought long and steadily and deeply.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Perhaps I have been all wrong for ten years," he said to himself. "Ten years is a
long time. It may be too late to do anything\u8212?quite too late. What have I been
thinking of!"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Of course this was the wrong Magic\u8212?to begin by saying "too late." Even Colin
could have told him that. But he knew nothing of Magic\u8212?either black or white.
This he had yet to learn. He wondered if Susan Sowerby had taken courage and
written to him only because the motherly creature had realized that the boy was
much worse\u8212?was fatally ill. If he had not been under the spell of the curious
calmness which had taken possession of him he would have been more wretched than
ever. But the calm had brought a sort of courage and hope with it. Instead of
giving way to thoughts of the worst he actually found he was trying to believe in
better things.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Could it be possible that she sees that I may be able to do him good and control
him?" he thought. "I will go and see her on my way to
Misselthwaite."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
But when on his way across the moor he stopped the carriage at the cottage, seven
or eight children who were playing about gathered in a group and bobbing seven or
eight friendly and polite curtsies told him that their mother had gone to the other
side of the moor early in the morning to help a woman who had a new baby. "Our
Dickon," they volunteered, was over at the Manor working in one of the gardens
where he went several days each week.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Mr. Craven looked over the collection of sturdy little bodies and round red\u8211?
cheeked faces, each one grinning in its own particular way, and he awoke to the
fact that they were a healthy likable lot. He smiled at their friendly grins and
took a golden sovereign from his pocket and gave it to "our 'Lizabeth Ellen" who
was the oldest.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"If you divide that into eight parts there will be half a crown for each of you,"
he said.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Then amid grins and chuckles and bobbing of curtsies he drove away, leaving ecstasy
and nudging elbows and little jumps of joy behind.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
The drive across the wonderfulness of the moor was a soothing thing. Why did it
seem to give him a sense of home\u8211?coming which he had been sure he could never
feel again\u8212?that sense of the beauty of land and sky and purple bloom of
distance and a warming of the heart at drawing nearer to the great old house which
had held those of his blood for six hundred years? How he had driven away from it
the last time, shuddering to think of its closed rooms and the boy lying in the
four\u8211?posted bed with the brocaded hangings. Was it possible that perhaps he
might find him changed a little for the better and that he might overcome his
shrinking from him? How real that dream had been\u8212?how wonderful and clear the
voice which called back to him, "In the garden\u8212?In the
garden!"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I will try to find the key," he said. "I will try to open the door. I must\u8212?
though I don't know why."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
When he arrived at the Manor the servants who received him with the usual ceremony
noticed that he looked better and that he did not go to the remote rooms where he
usually lived attended by Pitcher. He went into the library and sent for Mrs.
Medlock. She came to him somewhat excited and curious and
flustered.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"How is Master Colin, Medlock?" he inquired.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Well, sir," Mrs. Medlock answered, "he's\u8212?he's different, in a manner of
speaking."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Worse?" he suggested.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Mrs. Medlock really was flushed.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Well, you see, sir," she tried to explain, "neither Dr. Craven, nor the nurse, nor
me can exactly make him out."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Why is that?"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"To tell the truth, sir, Master Colin might be better and he might be changing for
the worse. His appetite, sir, is past understanding\u8212?and his
ways\u8212?"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Has he become more\u8212?more peculiar?" her master asked, knitting his brows
anxiously.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"That's it, sir. He's growing very peculiar\u8212?when you compare him with what he
used to be. He used to eat nothing and then suddenly he began to eat something
enormous\u8212?and then he stopped again all at once and the meals were sent back
just as they used to be. You never knew, sir, perhaps, that out of doors he never
would let himself be taken. The things we've gone through to get him to go out in
his chair would leave a body trembling like a leaf. He'd throw himself into such a
state that Dr. Craven said he couldn't be responsible for forcing him. Well, sir,
just without warning\u8212?not long after one of his worst tantrums he suddenly
insisted on being taken out every day by Miss Mary and Susan Sowerby's boy Dickon
that could push his chair. He took a fancy to both Miss Mary and Dickon, and Dickon
brought his tame animals, and, if you'll credit it, sir, out of doors he will stay
from morning until night."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"How does he look?" was the next question.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"If he took his food natural, sir, you'd think he was putting on flesh\u8212?but
we're afraid it may be a sort of bloat. He laughs sometimes in a queer way when
he's alone with Miss Mary. He never used to laugh at all. Dr. Craven is coming to
see you at once, if you'll allow him. He never was as puzzled in his
life."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Where is Master Colin now?" Mr. Craven asked.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"In the garden, sir. He's always in the garden\u8212?though not a human creature is
allowed to go near for fear they'll look at him."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Mr. Craven scarcely heard her last words.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"In the garden," he said, and after he had sent Mrs. Medlock away he stood and
repeated it again and again. "In the garden!"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
He had to make an effort to bring himself back to the place he was standing in and
when he felt he was on earth again he turned and went out of the room. He took his
way, as Mary had done, through the door in the shrubbery and among the laurels and
the fountain beds. The fountain was playing now and was encircled by beds of
brilliant autumn flowers. He crossed the lawn and turned into the Long Walk by the
ivied walls. He did not walk quickly, but slowly, and his eyes were on the path. He
felt as if he were being drawn back to the place he had so long forsaken, and he
did not know why. As he drew near to it his step became still more slow. He knew
where the door was even though the ivy hung thick over it\u8212?but he did not know
exactly where it lay\u8212?that buried key.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
So he stopped and stood still, looking about him, and almost the moment after he
had paused he started and listened\u8212?asking himself if he were walking in a
dream.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
The ivy hung thick over the door, the key was buried under the shrubs, no human
being had passed that portal for ten lonely years\u8212?and yet inside the garden
there were sounds. They were the sounds of running scuffling feet seeming to chase
round and round under the trees, they were strange sounds of lowered suppressed
voices\u8212?exclamations and smothered joyous cries. It seemed actually like the
laughter of young things, the uncontrollable laughter of children who were trying
not to be heard but who in a moment or so\u8212?as their excitement mounted\u8212?
would burst forth. What in heaven's name was he dreaming of\u8212?what in heaven's
name did he hear? Was he losing his reason and thinking he heard things which were
not for human ears? Was it that the far clear voice had
meant?\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
And then the moment came, the uncontrollable moment when the sounds forgot to hush
themselves. The feet ran faster and faster\u8212?they were nearing the garden
door\u8212?there was quick strong young breathing and a wild outbreak of laughing
shouts which could not be contained\u8212?and the door in the wall was flung wide
open, the sheet of ivy swinging back, and a boy burst through it at full speed and,
without seeing the outsider, dashed almost into his arms.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Mr. Craven had extended them just in time to save him from falling as a result of
his unseeing dash against him, and when he held him away to look at him in
amazement at his being there he truly gasped for breath.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
He was a tall boy and a handsome one. He was glowing with life and his running had
sent splendid color leaping to his face. He threw the thick hair back from his
forehead and lifted a pair of strange gray eyes\u8212?eyes full of boyish laughter
and rimmed with black lashes like a fringe. It was the eyes which made Mr. Craven
gasp for breath.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Who\u8212?What? Who!" he stammered.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
This was not what Colin had expected\u8212?this was not what he had planned. He had
never thought of such a meeting. And yet to come dashing out\u8212?winning a
race\u8212?perhaps it was even better. He drew himself up to his very tallest.
Mary, who had been running with him and had dashed through the door too, believed
that he managed to make himself look taller than he had ever looked before\u8212?
inches taller.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Father," he said, "I'm Colin. You can't believe it. I scarcely can myself. I'm
Colin."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Like Mrs. Medlock, he did not understand what his father meant when he said
hurriedly:\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"In the garden! In the garden!"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Yes," hurried on Colin. "It was the garden that did it\u8212?and Mary and Dickon
and the creatures\u8212?and the Magic. No one knows. We kept it to tell you when
you came. I'm well, I can beat Mary in a race. I'm going to be an
athlete."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
He said it all so like a healthy boy\u8212?his face flushed, his words tumbling
over each other in his eagerness\u8212?that Mr. Craven's soul shook with
unbelieving joy.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Colin put out his hand and laid it on his father's arm.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Aren't you glad, Father?" he ended.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Aren't you glad? I'm going to live forever and ever and
ever!"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Mr. Craven put his hands on both the boy's shoulders and held him still. He knew he
dared not even try to speak for a moment.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Take me into the garden, my boy," he said at last. "And tell me all about
it."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
And so they led him in.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
The place was a wilderness of autumn gold and purple and violet blue and flaming
scarlet and on every side were sheaves of late lilies standing together\u8212?
lilies which were white or white and ruby. He remembered well when the first of
them had been planted that just at this season of the year their late glories
should reveal themselves. Late roses climbed and hung and clustered and the
sunshine deepening the hue of the yellowing trees made one feel that one stood in
an embowered temple of gold. The newcomer stood silent just as the children had
done when they came into its grayness. He looked round and
round.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I thought it would be dead," he said.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Mary thought so at first," said Colin. "But it came
alive."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Then they sat down under their tree\u8212?all but Colin, who wanted to stand while
he told the story.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
It was the strangest thing he had ever heard, Archibald Craven thought, as it was
poured forth in headlong boy fashion. Mystery and Magic and wild creatures, the
weird midnight meeting\u8212?the coming of the spring\u8212?the passion of insulted
pride which had dragged the young Rajah to his feet to defy old Ben Weatherstaff to
his face. The odd companionship, the play acting, the great secret so carefully
kept. The listener laughed until tears came into his eyes and sometimes tears came
into his eyes when he was not laughing. The Athlete, the Lecturer, the Scientific
Discoverer was a laughable, lovable, healthy young human
thing.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Now," he said at the end of the story, "it need not be a secret any more. I dare
say it will frighten them nearly into fits when they see me\u8212?but I am never
going to get into the chair again. I shall walk back with you, Father\u8212?to the
house."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
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Ben Weatherstaff's duties rarely took him away from the gardens, but on this
occasion he made an excuse to carry some vegetables to the kitchen and being
invited into the servants' hall by Mrs. Medlock to drink a glass of beer he was on
the spot\u8212?as he had hoped to be\u8212?when the most dramatic event
Misselthwaite Manor had seen during the present generation actually took
place.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
One of the windows looking upon the courtyard gave also a glimpse of the lawn. Mrs.
Medlock, knowing Ben had come from the gardens, hoped that he might have caught
sight of his master and even by chance of his meeting with Master
Colin.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Did you see either of them, Weatherstaff?" she asked.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Ben took his beer\u8211?mug from his mouth and wiped his lips with the back of his
hand.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Aye, that I did," he answered with a shrewdly significant
air.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Both of them?" suggested Mrs. Medlock.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Both of 'em," returned Ben Weatherstaff. "Thank ye kindly, ma'am, I could sup up
another mug of it."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Together?" said Mrs. Medlock, hastily overfilling his beer\u8211?mug in her
excitement.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Together, ma'am," and Ben gulped down half of his new mug at one
gulp.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Where was Master Colin? How did he look? What did they say to each
other?"\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"I didna' hear that," said Ben, "along o' only bein' on th' step\u8211?ladder
lookin' over th' wall. But I'll tell thee this. There's been things goin' on
outside as you house people knows nowt about. An' what tha'll find out tha'll find
out soon."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
And it was not two minutes before he swallowed the last of his beer and waved his
mug solemnly toward the window which took in through the shrubbery a piece of the
lawn.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
"Look there," he said, "if tha's curious. Look what's comin' across th'
grass."\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
When Mrs. Medlock looked she threw up her hands and gave a little shriek and every
man and woman servant within hearing bolted across the servants' hall and stood
looking through the window with their eyes almost starting out of their
heads.\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
Across the lawn came the Master of Misselthwaite and he looked as many of them had
never seen him. And by his side with his head up in the air and his eyes full of
laughter walked as strongly and steadily as any boy in Yorkshire\u8212?Master
Colin!\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {
THE END\par\pard\plain\hyphpar} {\page } }