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“
It
wouldn
’
t
seem
like
a
secret
garden
if
it
was
tidy
.
”
Dickon
stood
rubbing
his
rusty
-
red
head
with
a
rather
puzzled
look
.
“
It
’
s
a
secret
garden
sure
enough
,
”
he
said
,
“
but
seems
like
someone
besides
th
’
robin
must
have
been
in
it
since
it
was
shut
up
ten
year
’
ago
.
”
“
But
the
door
was
locked
and
the
key
was
buried
,
”
said
Mary
.
“
No
one
could
get
in
.
”
“
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
.
”
“
But
how
could
it
have
been
done
?
”
said
Mary
.
He
was
examining
a
branch
of
a
standard
rose
and
he
shook
his
head
.
“
Aye
!
how
could
it
!
”
he
murmured
.
“
With
th
’
door
locked
an
’
th
’
key
buried
.
”
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
.
“
Are
there
any
flowers
that
look
like
bells
?
”
she
inquired
.
