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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
.
“
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
.
”
A
sudden
thought
made
her
scramble
to
her
feet
.
“
I
can
’
t
wait
!
I
am
going
to
see
the
garden
!
”
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
downstairs
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
towards
the
secret
garden
.
“
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
.
”
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
.
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
—
caw
of
a
crow
and
it
came
from
the
top
of
the
wall
,
and
when
she
looked
up
,
there
sat
a
big
glossy
-
plumaged
blue
-
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
-
tree
and
under
the
apple
-
tree
was
lying
a
little
reddish
animal
with
a
Bushy
tail
,
and
both
of
them
were
watching
the
stooping
body
and
rust
-
red
head
of
Dickon
,
who
was
kneeling
on
the
grass
working
hard
.
