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If you use Mac OS X Option 3: Use a different computer or mobile device If you can't update your browser, install a new browser, or update your operating system, try to use a different computer or use a mobile device. And there was the robin! He had followed her! Mary was very pleased. So you ought to show me the door today! The robin hopped on to an old climbing plant on the wall, and sang his most beautiful song. Suddenly the wind made the plant move, and Mary saw something under the dark green leaves.
The thick, heavy plant was covering a door. She took the key out of her pocket, and it fitted the hole. Using both hands, she managed to unlock the door. Then she turned round to see if anyone was watching. But there was no one, so she pushed the door, which opened, slowly, for the first time in ten years.
She walked quickly in and shut the door behind her. At last she was inside the secret garden! It was the loveliest, most exciting place she had ever seen. There were old rose trees everywhere, and the walls were covered with climbing roses. She looked carefully at the grey branches. Were the roses still alive? Ben would know. But she was inside the wonderful garden, in a world of her own. It seemed very strange and silent, but she did not feel lonely at all.
Then she noticed some small green shoots coming up through the grass. So something was growing in the garden after all! When she found a lot more shoots in different places, she decided they needed more air and light, so she began to pull out the thick grass around them. She worked away, clearing the ground, for two or three hours, and had to take her coat off because she got so hot. The robin hopped around, pleased to see someone gardening.
She almost forgot about lunch, and when she arrived back in her room, she was very hungry and ate twice as much as usual. Do you think, if I buy a little spade, I can make my own garden? Dickon can get you a spade, and some seeds to plant, if you like. Will you write and ask Dickon to buy them for me?
Then she remembered something. Who is it? Martha looked uncomfortable. Now I must go and help the others downstairs. As the door closed behind Martha, Mary thought to herself, this really is the strangest house that anyone ever lived in. Mary spent nearly a week working in the secret garden. Each day she found new shoots coming out of the ground. Soon, there would be flowers everywhere -thousands of them. It was an exciting game to her. When she was inside those beautiful old walls, no one knew where she was.
During that week she became more friendly with Ben, who was often digging in one of the vegetable gardens. I used to work for a young lady who loved roses, you see, and she had a lot in her garden. That was ten years ago. But she died. Very sad, it was. It was so important to know! He seemed to feel sorry for her. Mary decided she liked old Ben, although he was sometimes bad-tempered.
She skipped along and into the wood at the end of the gardens. Suddenly she heard a strange noise, and there in front of her was a boy. He was sitting under a tree, playing on a wooden pipe. He was about twelve, with a healthy red face and bright blue eyes. There was a squirrel and a crow in the tree, and two rabbits sitting on the grass near him.
The boy stopped playing. He spoke in an easy, friendly way. Mary liked him at once. As they were looking at the seed packets together, the robin hopped on to a branch near them.
Oh, I am pleased he likes me. Can you understand everything that birds say? Sometimes I think I am a bird or an animal, not a boy at all! He explained how to plant the seeds. Mary went red, then white. She had never thought of this. What was she going to say? I love it and nobody takes care of it!
They went to the secret garden and entered it together. Dickon walked round, looking at everything. What do you think? Most of them are alive ail right. Mary showed him the work she had done in the garden, and they talked as they cut and cleared.
I like thee wonderful! Mary had never been so happy. That was good news. She would have all summer in the secret garden before he came back. Bur she must be careful.
Just then Mrs. His face was not ugly, but very sad. During their conversation he watched her in a worried way.
Perhaps he was thinking of other things at the same time. He looked at the thin child. But where do you play? I just skip and run — and look for green shoots. Play where you like.
Is there anything that you want? Mary came a step nearer to him, and her voice shook a little as she spoke. I … I love the garden! He passed a hand quickly over his eyes. Then he looked kindly at Mary. Yes, child, take as much of the garden as you want. She was planning to work in the garden with Dickon every day, to make it beautiful for the summer. In the middle of the night Mary woke up. Heavy rain had started falling again, and the wind was blowing violently round the walls of the old house.
Suddenly she heard crying again. This time she decided to discover who it was. She left her room, and in the darkness followed the crying sound, round corners and through doors, up and down stairs, to the other side of the big house. At last she found the right room. She pushed the door open and went in.
It was a big room with beautiful old furniture and pictures. In the large bed was a boy, who looked tired and cross, with a thin, white, tearful face. He stared at Mary. Does your father come and see you often? She died when I was born, so he almost hates me, I think. He gives me medicine and tells me to rest. We had a grand doctor from London once, who told me to go out in the fresh air and try to get well. But I hate fresh air.
Mary thought she liked this boy, although he seemed so strange. He asked her lots of questions, and she told him all about her life in India. And I know that was ten years ago. Colin sat up in bed and looked very interested. Who locked it? I want to see it. Colin stared at her. You see, if only we know about it, if we — if we can find the key, we can go and play there every day.
We can help the garden come alive again. And no one will know about i t — except us! I know I do. Then Mary told him about the moor, and Dickon, and Ben Weather staff, and the robin, and Colin listened to it all with great interest.
He began to smile and look much happier. The next afternoon Mary visited Colin again, and he seemed very pleased to see her. Mary had not told anybody either. I am sure these historical heart touching stories will make you able to glance the real life stories of great lovers. No annoying ads, no download limits, enjoy it.
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