The sun shone down for nearly a week on the secret garden.
The Secret Garden was what Mary called it when she wasthinking of it. She liked the name, and she liked stillmore the feeling that when its beautiful old walls shuther in no one knew where she was. It seemed almost likebeing shut out of the world in some fairy place. The fewbooks 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 nointention of going to sleep, and, in fact, she was becomingwider awake every day which passed at Misselthwaite.
She was beginning to like to be out of doors; she no longerhated the wind, but enjoyed it. She could run faster,and longer, and she could skip up to a hundred. The bulbsin the secret garden must have been much astonished.
Such nice clear places were made round them that theyhad all the breathing space they wanted, and really,if Mistress Mary had known it, they began to cheer upunder the dark earth and work tremendously. The sun couldget at them and warm them, and when the rain came downit could reach them at once, so they began to feel verymuch alive.
Mary was an odd, determined1 little person, and now shehad something interesting to be determined about,she was very much absorbed, indeed. She worked and dugand pulled up weeds steadily2, only becoming more pleasedwith 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 sprouting3 pale green points thanshe had ever hoped to find. They seemed to be starting upeverywhere 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 hadsaid about the "snowdrops by the thousands," and aboutbulbs spreading and making new ones. These had been leftto themselves for ten years and perhaps they had spread,like the snowdrops, into thousands. She wondered how longit would be before they showed that they were flowers.
Sometimes she stopped digging to look at the garden andtry to imagine what it would be like when it was coveredwith thousands of lovely things in bloom. During that weekof sunshine, she became more intimate with Ben Weatherstaff.
She surprised him several times by seeming to startup beside him as if she sprang out of the earth.
The truth was that she was afraid that he would pick uphis tools and go away if he saw her coming, so she alwayswalked 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 evidentdesire for his elderly company. Then, also, she was morecivil than she had been. He did not know that when shefirst saw him she spoke5 to him as she would have spokento a native, and had not known that a cross, sturdy oldYorkshire man was not accustomed to salaam6 to his masters,and be merely commanded by them to do things.
"Tha'rt like th' robin7," he said to her one morningwhen he lifted his head and saw her standing8 by him.
"I never knows when I shall see thee or which side tha'llcome from.""He's friends with me now," said Mary.
"That's like him," snapped Ben Weatherstaff. "Makin' upto 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 answerMary's questions except by a grunt10, but this morning hesaid more than usual. He stood up and rested one hobnailedboot on the top of his spade while he looked her over.
"How long has tha' been here?" he jerked out.
"I think it's about a month," she answered.
"Tha's beginnin' to do Misselthwaite credit," he said.
"Tha's a bit fatter than tha' was an' tha's not quiteso yeller. Tha' looked like a young plucked crow when tha'
first came into this garden. Thinks I to myself I never seteyes on an uglier, sourer faced young 'un."Mary was not vain and as she had never thought muchof her looks she was not greatly disturbed.
"I know I'm fatter," she said. "My stockingsare getting tighter. They used to make wrinkles.
There's the robin, Ben Weatherstaff."There, indeed, was the robin, and she thought he lookednicer than ever. His red waistcoat was as glossy11 as satinand he flirted12 his wings and tail and tilted13 his headand hopped14 about with all sorts of lively graces.
He seemed determined to make Ben Weatherstaff admire him.
"Aye, there tha' art!" he said. "Tha' can put up withme for a bit sometimes when tha's got no one better.
Tha's been reddenin' up thy waistcoat an' polishin'
thy feathers this two weeks. I know what tha's up to.
Tha's courtin' some bold young madam somewhere tellin'
thy lies to her about bein' th' finest cock robin on MisselMoor an' ready to fight all th' rest of 'em.""Oh! look at him!" exclaimed Mary.
The robin was evidently in a fascinating, bold mood.
He hopped closer and closer and looked at Ben Weatherstaffmore and more engagingly. He flew on to the nearestcurrant bush and tilted his head and sang a little songright at him.
"Tha' thinks tha'll get over me by doin' that," said Ben,wrinkling his face up in such a way that Mary felt sure hewas trying not to look pleased. "Tha' thinks no one canstand out against thee--that's what tha' thinks."The robin spread his wings--Mary could scarcely believeher eyes. He flew right up to the handle of BenWeatherstaff's spade and alighted on the top of it.
Then the old man's face wrinkled itself slowly intoa new expression. He stood still as if he were afraidto breathe--as if he would not have stirred for the world,lest his robin should start away. He spoke quite in a whisper.
"Well, I'm danged!" he said as softly as if he were sayingsomething quite different. "Tha' does know how to get ata chap--tha' does! Tha's fair unearthly, tha's so knowin'."And he stood without stirring--almost without drawinghis breath--until the robin gave another flirt9 to hiswings and flew away. Then he stood looking at the handleof the spade as if there might be Magic in it, and thenhe began to dig again and said nothing for several minutes.
But because he kept breaking into a slow grin now and then,Mary was not afraid to talk to him.
"Have you a garden of your own?" she asked.
"No. I'm bachelder an' lodge17 with Martin at th' gate.""If you had one," said Mary, "what would you plant?""Cabbages an' 'taters an' onions.""But if you wanted to make a flower garden," persisted Mary,"what would you plant?""Bulbs an' sweet-smellin' things--but mostly roses."Mary's face lighted up.
"Do you like roses?" she said.
Ben Weatherstaff rooted up a weed and threw it asidebefore he answered.
"Well, yes, I do. I was learned that by a young lady Iwas gardener to. She had a lot in a place she was fondof, an' she loved 'em like they was children--or robins18.
I've seen her bend over an' kiss 'em." He dragged out anotherweed and scowled19 at it. "That were as much as ten year' ago.""Where is she now?" asked Mary, much interested.
"Heaven," he answered, and drove his spade deep intothe soil, "'cording to what parson says.""What happened to the roses?" Mary asked again,more interested than ever.
"They was left to themselves."Mary was becoming quite excited.
"Did they quite die? Do roses quite die when they areleft to themselves?" she ventured.
"Well, I'd got to like 'em--an' I liked her--an'
she liked 'em," Ben Weatherstaff admitted reluctantly.
"Once or twice a year I'd go an' work at 'em a bit--prune'em an' dig about th' roots. They run wild, but they wasin rich soil, so some of 'em lived.""When they have no leaves and look gray and brown and dry,how can you tell whether they are dead or alive?"inquired Mary.
"Wait till th' spring gets at 'em--wait till th' sun shineson th' rain and th' rain falls on th' sunshine an'
then tha'll find out.""How--how?" cried Mary, forgetting to be careful.
"Look along th' twigs20 an' branches an' if tha' see a bitof a brown lump swelling21 here an' there, watch it after th'
warm rain an' see what happens." He stopped suddenlyand looked curiously22 at her eager face. "Why does tha'
care so much about roses an' such, all of a sudden?"he demanded.
Mistress Mary felt her face grow red. She was almostafraid to answer.
"I--I want to play that--that I have a garden of my own,"she stammered23. "I--there is nothing for me to do.
I have nothing--and no one.""Well," said Ben Weatherstaff slowly, as he watched her,"that's true. Tha' hasn't."He said it in such an odd way that Mary wondered if hewas actually a little sorry for her. She had never feltsorry for herself; she had only felt tired and cross,because she disliked people and things so much.
But now the world seemed to be changing and getting nicer.
If no one found out about the secret garden, she shouldenjoy herself always.
She stayed with him for ten or fifteen minutes longer andasked him as many questions as she dared. He answered everyone of them in his queer grunting24 way and he did not seemreally cross and did not pick up his spade and leave her.
He said something about roses just as she was going awayand it reminded her of the ones he had said he had beenfond of.
"Do you go and see those other roses now?" she asked.
"Not been this year. My rheumatics has made me too stiffin th' joints25."He said it in his grumbling26 voice, and then quite suddenlyhe seemed to get angry with her, though she did not seewhy he should.
"Now look here!" he said sharply. "Don't tha'
ask so many questions. Tha'rt th' worst wench for askin'
questions I've ever come a cross. Get thee gone an'
play thee. I've done talkin' for today."And he said it so crossly that she knew there was notthe least use in staying another minute. She wentskipping slowly down the outside walk, thinking him overand saying to herself that, queer as it was, here wasanother person whom she liked in spite of his crossness.
She liked old Ben Weatherstaff. Yes, she did like him.
She always wanted to try to make him talk to her.
Also she began to believe that he knew everything in theworld about flowers.
There was a laurel-hedged walk which curved round the secretgarden and ended at a gate which opened into a wood,in the park. She thought she would slip round this walkand look into the wood and see if there were any rabbitshopping about. She enjoyed the skipping very much andwhen she reached the little gate she opened it and wentthrough because she heard a low, peculiar27 whistlingsound and wanted to find out what it was.
It was a very strange thing indeed. She quite caught herbreath as she stopped to look at it. A boy was sittingunder a tree, with his back against it, playing on a roughwooden pipe. He was a funny looking boy about twelve.
He looked very clean and his nose turned up and hischeeks were as red as poppies and never had Mistress Maryseen such round and such blue eyes in any boy's face.
And on the trunk of the tree he leaned against, a brownsquirrel was clinging and watching him, and from behinda bush nearby a cock pheasant was delicately stretchinghis neck to peep out, and quite near him were two rabbitssitting up and sniffing28 with tremulous noses--and actuallyit appeared as if they were all drawing near to watch himand listen to the strange low little call his pipe seemedto make.
When he saw Mary he held up his hand and spoke to herin a voice almost as low as and rather like his piping.
"Don't tha' move," he said. "It'd flight 'em." Maryremained motionless. He stopped playing his pipe and beganto rise from the ground. He moved so slowly that it scarcelyseemed as though he were moving at all, but at last hestood on his feet and then the squirrel scampered29 backup into the branches of his tree, the pheasant withdrewhis head and the rabbits dropped on all fours and beganto hop4 away, though not at all as if they were frightened.
"I'm Dickon," the boy said. "I know tha'rt Miss Mary."Then Mary realized that somehow she had known at first thathe was Dickon. Who else could have been charming rabbitsand pheasants as the natives charm snakes in India? He hada wide, red, curving mouth and his smile spread all over hisface.
"I got up slow," he explained, "because if tha' makes aquick move it startles 'em. A body 'as to move gentle an'
speak low when wild things is about."He did not speak to her as if they had never seeneach other before but as if he knew her quite well.
Mary knew nothing about boys and she spoke to him a littlestiffly because she felt rather shy.
"Did you get Martha's letter?" she asked.
He nodded his curly, rust-colored head. "That's whyI come."He stooped to pick up something which had been lyingon the ground beside him when he piped.
"I've got th' garden tools. There's a little spade an'
rake an' a fork an' hoe. Eh! they are good 'uns. There'sa trowel, too. An' th' woman in th' shop threw in a packet o'
white poppy an' one o' blue larkspur when I bought th'
other seeds.""Will you show the seeds to me?" Mary said.
She wished she could talk as he did. His speechwas so quick and easy. It sounded as if he liked herand was not the least afraid she would not like him,though he was only a common moor16 boy, in patched clothesand with a funny face and a rough, rusty-red head.
As she came closer to him she noticed that there was a cleanfresh scent30 of heather and grass and leaves about him,almost as if he were made of them. She liked it very muchand when she looked into his funny face with the redcheeks and round blue eyes she forgot that she had felt shy.
"Let us sit down on this log and look at them," she said.
They sat down and he took a clumsy little brown paperpackage out of his coat pocket. He untied31 the stringand inside there were ever so many neater and smallerpackages with a picture of a flower on each one.
"There's a lot o' mignonette an' poppies," he said.
"Mignonette's th' sweetest smellin' thing as grows, an'
it'll grow wherever you cast it, same as poppies will.
Them as'll come up an' bloom if you just whistle to 'em,them's th' nicest of all." He stopped and turned hishead quickly, his poppy-cheeked face lighting32 up.
"Where's that robin as is callin' us?" he said.
The chirp33 came from a thick holly34 bush, bright withscarlet berries, and Mary thought she knew whose it was.
"Is it really calling us?" she asked.
"Aye," said Dickon, as if it was the most natural thingin the world, "he's callin' some one he's friends with.
That's same as sayin' `Here I am. Look at me.
I wants a bit of a chat.' There he is in the bush.
Whose is he?""He's Ben Weatherstaff's, but I think he knows me a little,"answered Mary.
"Aye, he knows thee," said Dickon in his low voice again.
"An' he likes thee. He's took thee on. He'll tell me allabout thee in a minute."He moved quite close to the bush with the slow movement Maryhad noticed before, and then he made a sound almost likethe robin's own twitter. The robin listened a few seconds,intently, and then answered quite as if he were replying to aquestion.
"Aye, he's a friend o' yours," chuckled35 Dickon.
"Do you think he is?" cried Mary eagerly. She did so wantto know. "Do you think he really likes me?""He wouldn't come near thee if he didn't," answered Dickon.
"Birds is rare choosers an' a robin can flout36 a body worsethan a man. See, he's making up to thee now. `Cannot tha'
see a chap?' he's sayin'."And it really seemed as if it must be true. He so sidledand twittered and tilted as he hopped on his bush.
"Do you understand everything birds say?" said Mary.
Dickon's grin spread until he seemed all wide, red,curving mouth, and he rubbed his rough head.
"I think I do, and they think I do," he said. "I've lived on th'
moor with 'em so long. I've watched 'em break shell an'
come out an' fledge an' learn to fly an' begin to sing,till I think I'm one of 'em. Sometimes I think p'rapsI'm a bird, or a fox, or a rabbit, or a squirrel,or even a beetle37, an' I don't know it."He laughed and came back to the log and began to talkabout the flower seeds again. He told her what they lookedlike when they were flowers; he told her how to plant them,and watch them, and feed and water them.
"See here," he said suddenly, turning round to look at her.
"I'll plant them for thee myself. Where is tha' garden?"Mary's thin hands clutched each other as they lay onher lap. She did not know what to say, so for a wholeminute she said nothing. She had never thought of this.
She felt miserable38. And she felt as if she went redand then pale.
"Tha's got a bit o' garden, hasn't tha'?" Dickon said.
It was true that she had turned red and then pale.
Dickon saw her do it, and as she still said nothing,he began to be puzzled.
"Wouldn't they give thee a bit?" he asked. "Hasn't tha'
got any yet?"She held her hands tighter and turned her eyes toward him.
"I don't know anything about boys," she said slowly.
"Could you keep a secret, if I told you one? It's a great secret.
I don't know what I should do if any one found it out.
I believe I should die!" She said the last sentencequite fiercely.
Dickon looked more puzzled than ever and even rubbedhis hand over his rough head again, but he answered quitegood-humoredly. "I'm keepin' secrets all th' time," he said.
"If I couldn't keep secrets from th' other lads,secrets about foxes' cubs39, an' birds' nests, an' wild things'
holes, there'd be naught40 safe on th' moor. Aye, I cankeep secrets."Mistress Mary did not mean to put out her hand and clutchhis sleeve but she did it.
"I've stolen a garden," she said very fast. "It isn't mine.
It isn't anybody's. Nobody wants it, nobody cares for it,nobody ever goes into it. Perhaps everything is dead init already. I don't know."She began to feel hot and as contrary as she had everfelt in her life.
"I don't care, I don't care! Nobody has any rightto take it from me when I care about it and theydon't. They're letting it die, all shut in by itself,"she ended passionately41, and she threw her arms overher face and burst out crying-poor little Mistress Mary.
Dickon's curious blue eyes grew rounder and rounder.
"Eh-h-h!" he said, drawing his exclamation42 out slowly,and the way he did it meant both wonder and sympathy.
"I've nothing to do," said Mary. "Nothing belongs to me.
I found it myself and I got into it myself. I was only justlike the robin, and they wouldn't take it from the robin.""Where is it?" asked Dickon in a dropped voice.
Mistress Mary got up from the log at once. She knew shefelt contrary again, and obstinate43, and she did not careat all. She was imperious and Indian, and at the sametime hot and sorrowful.
"Come with me and I'll show you," she said.
She led him round the laurel path and to the walk where theivy grew so thickly. Dickon followed her with a queer,almost pitying, look on his face. He felt as if he werebeing led to look at some strange bird's nest and mustmove softly. When she stepped to the wall and liftedthe hanging ivy44 he started. There was a door and Marypushed it slowly open and they passed in together,and then Mary stood and waved her hand round defiantly45.
"It's this," she said. "It's a secret garden, and I'mthe only one in the world who wants it to be alive."Dickon looked round and round about it, and roundand round again.
"Eh!" he almost whispered, "it is a queer, pretty place!
It's like as if a body was in a dream."
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