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XI. The Nest Of The Missel Thrush
“Itwouldn’tseemlikeasecretgardenifitwastidy.”
Dickonstoodrubbinghisrusty-redheadwitharatherpuzzledlook.
“It’sasecretgardensureenough,”hesaid,“butseemslikesomeonebesidesth’robinmusthavebeeninitsinceitwasshutuptenyear’ago.”
“Butthedoorwaslockedandthekeywasburied,”saidMary.“Noonecouldgetin.”
“That’strue,”heanswered.“It’saqueerplace.Seemstomeasifthere’dbeenabito’prunin’doneherean’there,laterthantenyear’ago.”
“Buthowcouldithavebeendone?”saidMary.
Hewasexaminingabranchofastandardroseandheshookhishead.
“Aye!howcouldit!”hemurmured.“Withth’doorlockedan’th’keyburied.”
MistressMaryalwaysfeltthathowevermanyyearsshelivedsheshouldneverforgetthatfirstmorningwhenhergardenbegantogrow.Ofcourse,itdidseemtobegintogrowforherthatmorning.WhenDickonbegantoclearplacestoplantseeds,sherememberedwhatBasilhadsungatherwhenhewantedtoteaseher.
“Arethereanyflowersthatlooklikebells?”sheinquired.
“Lilieso’th’valleydoes,”heanswered,diggingawaywiththetrowel,“an’there’sCanterburybells,an’campanulas.”
“Let’splantsome,”saidMary.
“There’slilieso’th,valleyherealready;Isaw’em.They’llhavegrowedtooclosean’we’llhavetoseparate’em,butthere’splenty.Th’otheronestakestwoyearstobloomfromseed,butIcanbringyousomebitso’plantsfromourcottagegarden.
