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XII. “might I Have A BIt Of Earth?”
“ImayhaveitwhereIlike!Iamnotgoingtohaveagovernessforalongtime!YourmotheriscomingtoseemeandImaygotoyourcottage!HesaysalittlegirllikemecouldnotdoanyharmandImaydowhatIlike—anywhere!”
“Eh!”saidMarthadelightedly,“thatwasniceofhimwasn’tit?”
“Martha,”saidMarysolemnly,“heisreallyaniceman,onlyhisfaceissomiserableandhisforeheadisalldrawntogether.”
Sheranasquicklyasshecouldtothegarden.ShehadbeenawaysomuchlongerthanshehadthoughtsheshouldandsheknewDickonwouldhavetosetoutearlyonhisfive-milewalk.Whensheslippedthroughthedoorundertheivy,shesawhewasnotworkingwhereshehadlefthim.Thegardeningtoolswerelaidtogetherunderatree.Sherantothem,lookingallroundtheplace,buttherewasnoDickontobeseen.Hehadgoneawayandthesecretgardenwasempty—exceptfortherobinwhohadjustflownacrossthewallandsatonastandardrose-bushwatchingher.
“He’sgone,”shesaidwoefully.“Oh!washe—washe—washeonlyawoodfairy?”
Somethingwhitefastenedtothestandardrose-bushcaughthereye.Itwasapieceofpaper,infact,itwasapieceofthelettershehadprintedforMarthatosendtoDickon.Itwasfastenedonthebushwithalongthorn,andinaminutesheknewDickonhadleftitthere.Thereweresomeroughlyprintedlettersonitandasortofpicture.Atfirstshecouldnottellwhatitwas.Thenshesawitwasmeantforanestwithabirdsittingonit.Underneathweretheprintedlettersandtheysaid:
“Iwillcumbak.”
