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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
.
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
-
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
.
“
I
shall
come
back
this
afternoon
,
”
she
said
,
looking
all
round
at
her
new
kingdom
,
and
speaking
to
the
trees
and
the
rose
-
bushes
as
if
they
heard
her
.
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
.
“
Two
pieces
o
’
meat
an
’
two
helps
o
’
rice
puddin
’
!
”
she
said
.
“
Eh
!
mother
will
be
pleased
when
I
tell
her
what
th
’
skippin
’
-
rope
’
s
done
for
thee
.
”
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
.
“
Martha
,
”
she
said
,
“
what
are
those
white
roots
that
look
like
onions
?
”
“
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
narcissuses
an
’
jonquils
and
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
.
”
