Таинственный сад
XIII. “I Am Colin”
Everythingwouldbespoiled—everything!Dickonwouldnevercomeback.Shewouldneveragainfeellikeamisselthrushwithasafe-hiddennest.
“Oh,don’t—don’t—don’t—don’tdothat!”shecriedout.
Hestaredasifhethoughtshehadgonecrazy!
“Why?”heexclaimed.“Yousaidyouwantedtoseeit.”
“Ido,”sheansweredalmostwithasobinherthroat,“butifyoumakethemopenthedoorandtakeyouinlikethatitwillneverbeasecretagain.”
Heleanedstillfartherforward.
“Asecret,”hesaid.“Whatdoyoumean?Tellme.”
Mary’swordsalmosttumbledoveroneanother.
“Yousee—yousee,”shepanted,“ifnooneknowsbutourselves—iftherewasadoor,hiddensomewhereundertheivy—iftherewas—andwecouldfindit;andifwecouldslipthroughittogetherandshutitbehindus,andnooneknewanyonewasinsideandwecalleditourgardenandpretendedthat—thatweweremisselthrushesanditwasournest,andifweplayedtherealmosteverydayanddugandplantedseedsandmadeitallcomealive—”
“Isitdead?”heinterruptedher.
“Itsoonwillbeifnoonecaresforit,”shewenton.“Thebulbswilllivebuttheroses—”
Hestoppedheragainasexcitedasshewasherself.
“Whatarebulbs?”heputinquickly.
“Theyaredaffodilsandliliesandsnowdrops.Theyareworkingintheearthnow—pushinguppalegreenpointsbecausethespringiscoming.”
“Isthespringcoming?”hesaid.“Whatisitlike?Youdon’tseeitinroomsifyouareill.
