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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
-
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
—
nothing
which
did
not
understand
the
wonderfulness
of
what
was
happening
to
them
—
the
immense
,
tender
,
terrible
,
heart
-
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
—
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
.
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
-
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
.
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
.
When
the
boy
began
to
walk
by
himself
and
even
to
move
more
quickly
it
was
an
immense
relief
.
But
for
a
long
time
—
or
it
seemed
a
long
time
to
the
robin
—
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
.
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
—
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
—
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
-
tops
.
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
tying
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
)
.
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
.
