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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.”

           

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