Name: Part 2 - The Secret Garden Audiobook by Frances Hodgson Burnett (Chs 11-19)
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For two or three minutes he stood looking round him, while Mary watched him, and then

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he began to walk about softly, even more lightly than Mary had walked the first time

she had found herself inside the four walls.

His eyes seemed to be taking in everything- -the gray trees with the gray creepers

climbing over them and hanging from their branches, the tangle on the walls and among

the grass, the evergreen alcoves with the

stone seats and tall flower urns standing in them.

"I never thought I'd see this place," he said at last, in a whisper.

She had spoken aloud and he made a sign to her.

"We must talk low," he said, "or some one'll hear us an' wonder what's to do in

"Oh! I forgot!" said Mary, feeling frightened and putting her hand quickly

against her mouth. "Did you know about the garden?" she asked

Dickon nodded. "Martha told me there was one as no one

ever went inside," he answered. "Us used to wonder what it was like."

He stopped and looked round at the lovely gray tangle about him, and his round eyes

looked queerly happy. "Eh! the nests as'll be here come

"It'd be th' safest nestin' place in England.

No one never comin' near an' tangles o' trees an' roses to build in.

I wonder all th' birds on th' moor don't build here."

Mistress Mary put her hand on his arm again without knowing it.

"Can you tell? I thought perhaps they were all dead."

"Eh! No! Not them--not all of 'em!" he answered.

He stepped over to the nearest tree--an old, old one with gray lichen all over its

bark, but upholding a curtain of tangled sprays and branches.

He took a thick knife out of his Pocket and opened one of its blades.

"There's lots o' dead wood as ought to be cut out," he said.

"An' there's a lot o' old wood, but it made some new last year.

This here's a new bit," and he touched a shoot which looked brownish green instead

Mary touched it herself in an eager, reverent way.

"That one?" she said. "Is that one quite alive quite?"

"It's as wick as you or me," he said; and Mary remembered that Martha had told her

that "wick" meant "alive" or "lively." "I'm glad it's wick!" she cried out in her

"I want them all to be wick. Let us go round the garden and count how

many wick ones there are." She quite panted with eagerness, and Dickon

They went from tree to tree and from bush to bush.

Dickon carried his knife in his hand and showed her things which she thought

"They've run wild," he said, "but th' strongest ones has fair thrived on it.

The delicatest ones has died out, but th' others has growed an' growed, an' spread

See here!" and he pulled down a thick gray, dry-looking branch.

"A body might think this was dead wood, but I don't believe it is--down to th' root.

He knelt and with his knife cut the lifeless-looking branch through, not far

above the earth. "There!" he said exultantly.

There's green in that wood yet. Look at it."

Mary was down on her knees before he spoke, gazing with all her might.

"When it looks a bit greenish an' juicy like that, it's wick," he explained.

"When th' inside is dry an' breaks easy, like this here piece I've cut off, it's

There's a big root here as all this live wood sprung out of, an' if th' old wood's

cut off an' it's dug round, and took care of there'll be--" he stopped and lifted his

face to look up at the climbing and hanging

sprays above him--"there'll be a fountain o' roses here this summer."

They went from bush to bush and from tree to tree.

He was very strong and clever with his knife and knew how to cut the dry and dead

wood away, and could tell when an unpromising bough or twig had still green

In the course of half an hour Mary thought she could tell too, and when he cut through

a lifeless-looking branch she would cry out joyfully under her breath when she caught

The spade, and hoe, and fork were very useful.

He showed her how to use the fork while he dug about roots with the spade and stirred

They were working industriously round one of the biggest standard roses when he

caught sight of something which made him utter an exclamation of surprise.

"Why!" he cried, pointing to the grass a few feet away.

"Who did that there?" It was one of Mary's own little clearings

"I did it," said Mary. "Why, I thought tha' didn't know nothin'

"I don't," she answered, "but they were so little, and the grass was so thick and

strong, and they looked as if they had no room to breathe.

I don't even know what they are." Dickon went and knelt down by them, smiling

his wide smile. "Tha' was right," he said.

"A gardener couldn't have told thee better.

They'll grow now like Jack's bean-stalk. They're crocuses an' snowdrops, an' these

here is narcissuses," turning to another patch, "an here's daffydowndillys.

He ran from one clearing to another. "Tha' has done a lot o' work for such a

little wench," he said, looking her over. "I'm growing fatter," said Mary, "and I'm

I used always to be tired. When I dig I'm not tired at all.

I like to smell the earth when it's turned up."

"It's rare good for thee," he said, nodding his head wisely.

"There's naught as nice as th' smell o' good clean earth, except th' smell o' fresh

growin' things when th' rain falls on 'em.

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Part 2 - The Secret Garden Audiobook by Frances Hodgson Burnett (Chs 11-19)

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