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X. Dickon

           “OnceortwiceayearI’dgoan’workat’emabit—prune’eman’digaboutth’roots.Theyrunwild,buttheywasinrichsoil,sosomeof’emlived.”

           “Whentheyhavenoleavesandlookgrayandbrownanddry,howcanyoutellwhethertheyaredeadoralive?”inquiredMary.

           “Waittillth’springgetsat’em—waittillth’sunshinesonth’rainandth’rainfallsonth’sunshinean’thentha’llfindout.”

           “How—how?”criedMary,forgettingtobecareful.

           “Lookalongth’twigsan’branchesan’iftha’seeabitofabrownlumpswellingherean’there,watchitafterth’warmrainan’seewhathappens.”Hestoppedsuddenlyandlookedcuriouslyathereagerface.“Whydoestha’caresomuchaboutrosesan’such,allofasudden?”hedemanded.

           MistressMaryfeltherfacegrowred.Shewasalmostafraidtoanswer.

           “I—Iwanttoplaythat—thatIhaveagardenofmyown,”shestammered.“I—thereisnothingformetodo.Ihavenothing—andnoone.”

           “Well,”saidBenWeatherstaffslowly,ashewatchedher,“that’strue.Tha’hasn’t.”

           HesaiditinsuchanoddwaythatMarywonderedifhewasactuallyalittlesorryforher.Shehadneverfeltsorryforherself;shehadonlyfelttiredandcross,becauseshedislikedpeopleandthingssomuch.Butnowtheworldseemedtobechangingandgettingnicer.Ifnoonefoundoutaboutthesecretgarden,sheshouldenjoyherselfalways.

           Shestayedwithhimfortenorfifteenminuteslongerandaskedhimasmanyquestionsasshedared.

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