Page 52 - Secret Garden

For a week it rained and Mary spent every day with Colin. (The servants were delighted. No tantrums in the night-time!) Mary longed to tell Colin the truth – that the garden had been found – but what if he gave away the secret? She dared not.
The rain blew away overnight. So Mary dressed and ran all the way to
the garden, hoping Dickon might come. The sun itself was only just getting up . . . and yet Dickon was already there!
“How could I stay abed? World’s begun again this morning! Spring’s come!”
Wherever they looked, thousands of new plants were pushing through the soil, gold and purple crocuses, rose stems budding, and everywhere the smell of spring! Mr Robin flew by carrying a twig.
“He’s building a nest,” whispered Dickon, so they both held very still – because, at nesting time, robins like to keep secrets, too.
Nervously, Mary asked: “Dickon . . . do you know about . . . Colin Craven?”
Dickon looked glad. “I do. And I’m rare glad to stop hidin’ it from thee! He’s Mr Craven’s
little lad who’s poorly an’ dyin’, right? Mother says poor Mr
Craven’s heart broke