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“
It
’
s
the
strangest
house
anyone
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
-
rope
had
made
her
feel
so
comfortably
tired
that
she
fell
asleep
.
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
-
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
.
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
.
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
.
“
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
.
”
“
He
’
s
friends
with
me
now
,
”
said
Mary
.
“
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
-
feathers
.
He
’
s
as
full
o
’
pride
as
an
egg
’
s
full
o
’
meat
.
”
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
.
