- •Illustrator: mb Kork
- •In and out of the bungalow.
- •It's naughty of them, one can't help understanding it."
- •In. What sort of a place was it, and what would he be like? What was a
- •Imagined she was her little girl.
- •In his short, cold way. "Captain Lennox was my wife's brother and I am
- •India, and anything new rather attracted her. But she did not intend to
- •It would go on forever and ever. She watched it so long and steadily
- •It seemed quite proper that other people should wait on one.
- •Village and she had seen whitewashed cottages and the lights of a public
- •It was in this way Mistress Mary arrived at Misselthwaite Manor and she
- •Impudent, "it's time tha' should learn. Tha' cannot begin younger. It'll
- •It's been made into a nursery for thee. I'll help thee on with thy
- •It had not been the custom that Mistress Mary should do anything but
- •If Mary Lennox had been a child who was ready to be amused she would
- •In their lives. They're as hungry as young hawks an' foxes."
- •Ivy, and that it stood open. This was not the closed garden, evidently,
- •It also and trees trained against them, and there were bare fruit-trees
- •It was the queerest thing in the world to see the old fellow. He looked
- •It is a Yorkshire habit to say what you think with blunt frankness, and
- •If he hasn't took a fancy to thee."
- •In the park. Sometimes she looked for Ben Weatherstaff, but though
- •In its hole and he brought it home in th' bosom of his shirt to keep it
- •Inspired by a new idea. She made up her mind to go and find it herself.
- •It was while she was standing here and just after she had said this that
- •Immediately, and called to Martha.
- •It's comin'."
- •It all day like Dickon does."
- •Very soon she heard the soft rustling flight of wings again and she knew
- •It was all through Ben Weatherstaff's robin.
- •Into a tree nearby she put out her hand and picked the ring up. It was
- •It quite alone, because nobody would ever know where she was, but would
- •In her hands under her apron.
- •It was plain that there was not a great deal of strength in Mistress
- •Interested than she had ever been since she was born. The sun was
- •It again to-day. He'll be bound to find out what th' skippin'-rope is.
- •If she had been Ben Weatherstaff she could have told whether the wood
- •In them.
- •In the course of her digging with her pointed stick Mistress Mary had
- •Very little because her governesses had disliked her too much to stay
- •Interesting to be determined about, she was very much absorbed, indeed.
- •Is about."
- •It was true that she had turned red and then pale. Dickon saw her do it,
- •It. Perhaps everything is dead in it already; I don't know."
- •Indian, and at the same time hot and sorrowful.
- •It. The delicatest ones has died out, but th' others has growed an'
- •I've cut off, it's done for. There's a big root here as all this live
- •I'll--I don't know what I'll do," she ended helplessly. What could you
- •I just remembered it and it made me wonder if there were really flowers
- •I'll get some more work done before I start back home."
- •If he did not come back until winter, or even autumn, there would be
- •In her eagerness she did not realize how queer the words would sound and
- •Indeed seen as little of her as she dared. In addition to this she was
- •In the springtime. She was awakened in the night by the sound of rain
- •I don't care about Mrs. Medlock--I don't care!"
- •Immense.
- •In the mysterious hidden-away room and talk to the mysterious boy.
- •It? Had she never looked for the door? Had she never asked the
- •Inquired.
- •Very low little chanting song in Hindustani.
- •Very soon afterward a bell rang and she rolled up her knitting.
- •It was the best thing she could have said. To talk about Dickon meant to
- •Is why I want her."
- •In her talks with Colin, Mary had tried to be very cautious about the
- •If gardens and fresh air had been good for her perhaps they would be
- •Itself and a great waft of fresh, scented air blew in upon her. The moor
- •Indeed. She had never seen a crow so close before and he made her a
- •Is it tha's got to tell me?"
- •It. Ben Weatherstaff says he is so conceited he would rather have stones
- •Very busy in the garden."
- •In bloom against th' walls, an' th' grass'll be a carpet o' flowers."
- •It would be, but now she had changed her mind entirely. She would never
- •If she had been friends with Colin she would have run to show him her
- •It was not until afterward that Mary realized that the thing had been
- •I wish you would!"
- •It was a poor thin back to look at when it was bared. Every rib could be
- •Insisted obstinately that he was not as ill as he thought he was he
- •If you like."
- •Imagine it looks like inside? I am sure it will make me go to sleep."
- •It? An' tha' a Yorkshire lad thysel' bred an' born! Eh! I wonder tha'rt
- •Insane with hysteria and self-indulgence."
- •In a moment Dr. Craven's serious face relaxed into a relieved smile.
- •If you do you'll likely not get even th' pips, an' them's too bitter to
- •It was not the first motherless lamb he had found and he knew what to do
- •In the servants' hall and keep them there. I want them here."
- •Immediately the little creature turned to the warm velvet dressing-gown
- •Into a rage but that there was so much careful and mysterious planning
- •Ivied walls. As each day passed, Colin had become more and more fixed in
- •Very important."
- •Inside the room Colin was leaning back on his cushions.
- •In Red Riding-Hood, when Red Riding-Hood felt called upon to remark on
- •I'm going to grow here myself."
- •I' Yorkshire!"
- •I got crooked legs?"
- •In his manner. Mary had poured out speech as rapidly as she could as
- •It was done quickly enough indeed. Ben Weatherstaff went his way
- •It was filled in and pressed down and made steady. Mary was leaning
- •Is an animal. I am sure there is Magic in everything, only we have not
- •I was going to try to stand that first time Mary kept saying to herself
- •It will get to be part of you and it will stay and do things."
- •It all seemed most majestic and mysterious when they sat down in their
- •In Ben Weatherstaff's back. Magic! Magic! Come and help!"
- •It was not an unfriendly grunt, but it was a grunt. In fact, being a
- •If any of 'em's about."
- •I like. Every one has orders to keep out of the way. I won't be watched
- •In moorland air and whose breakfast was more than two hours behind him.
- •Its brief blossom-time was ended. After the ceremony Colin always took
- •Invalid he was a disgraceful sight. Dr. Craven held his chin in his hand
- •It occurred to him that this boy was learning to fly--or rather to
- •Inspiration.
- •Instinct so natural that he did not know it was understanding. He pulled
- •Intruder at all. Dickon's eyes lighted like lamps.
- •Invalid.
- •In the garden
- •In each century since the beginning of the world wonderful things have
- •In an agreeable determinedly courageous one. Two things cannot be in one
- •It was as if he poisoned the air about him with gloom. Most strangers
- •It was growing stronger but--because of the rare peaceful hours when his
- •I will make bold to speak again. Please, sir, I
- •Volunteered, was over at the Manor working in one of the gardens where
- •Into the library and sent for Mrs. Medlock. She came to him somewhat
- •In a queer way when he's alone with Miss Mary. He never used to laugh at
- •In Yorkshire--Master Colin!
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Invalid he was a disgraceful sight. Dr. Craven held his chin in his hand
and thought him over.
"I am sorry to hear that you do not eat anything," he said. "That will
not do. You will lose all you have gained--and you have gained
amazingly. You ate so well a short time ago."
"I told you it was an unnatural appetite," answered Colin.
Mary was sitting on her stool nearby and she suddenly made a very queer
sound which she tried so violently to repress that she ended by almost
choking.
"What is the matter?" said Dr. Craven, turning to look at her.
Mary became quite severe in her manner.
"It was something between a sneeze and a cough," she replied with
reproachful dignity, "and it got into my throat."
"But" she said afterward to Colin, "I couldn't stop myself. It just
burst out because all at once I couldn't help remembering that last big
potato you ate and the way your mouth stretched when you bit through
that thick lovely crust with jam and clotted cream on it."
"Is there any way in which those children can get food secretly?" Dr.
Craven inquired of Mrs. Medlock.
"There's no way unless they dig it out of the earth or pick it off the
trees," Mrs. Medlock answered. "They stay out in the grounds all day and
see no one but each other. And if they want anything different to eat
from what's sent up to them they need only ask for it."
"Well," said Dr. Craven, "so long as going without food agrees with them
we need not disturb ourselves. The boy is a new creature."
"So is the girl," said Mrs. Medlock. "She's begun to be downright pretty
since she's filled out and lost her ugly little sour look. Her hair's
grown thick and healthy looking and she's got a bright color. The
glummest, ill-natured little thing she used to be and now her and Master
Colin laugh together like a pair of crazy young ones. Perhaps they're
growing fat on that."
"Perhaps they are," said Dr. Craven. "Let them laugh."
CHAPTER XXV
THE CURTAIN
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