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VI. The Key To The Garden
You’llseebitso’greenspikesstickin’outo’th’blackearthafterabit.”
“Whatwilltheybe?”askedMary.
“Crocusesan’snowdropsan’daffydowndillys.Hastha’neverseenthem?”
“No.Everythingishot,andwet,andgreenaftertherainsinIndia,”saidMary.“AndIthinkthingsgrowupinanight.”
“Thesewon’tgrowupinanight,”saidWeatherstaff.“Tha’llhavetowaitfor’em.They’llpokeupabithigherhere,an’pushoutaspikemorethere,an’uncurlaleafthisdayan’anotherthat.Youwatch’em.”
“Iamgoingto,”answeredMary.
Verysoonsheheardthesoftrustlingflightofwingsagainandsheknewatoncethattherobinhadcomeagain.Hewasverypertandlively,andhoppedaboutsoclosetoherfeet,andputhisheadononesideandlookedathersoslylythatsheaskedBenWeatherstaffaquestion.
“Doyouthinkheremembersme?”shesaid.
“Remembersthee!”saidWeatherstaffindignantly.“Heknowseverycabbagestumpinth’gardens,letaloneth’people.He’sneverseenalittlewenchherebefore,an’he’sbentonfindin’outallaboutthee.Tha’snoneedtotrytohideanythingfromhim.”
“Arethingsstirringdownbelowinthedarkinthatgardenwherehelives?”Maryinquired.
“Whatgarden?”gruntedWeatherstaff,becomingsurlyagain.
“Theonewheretheoldrose-treesare.”Shecouldnothelpasking,becauseshewantedsomuchtoknow.
