Page 61 - Secret Garden

Colin was woken next morning by footsteps thudding along the corridor. Mary rushed in, bringing the scent of morning with her. “May
I present to you Mr Dickon Sowerby!”
An extraordinary procession was climbing the stairs, Dickon leading the way. He was followed by a troupe of animals and birds. The servants stared, then clapped their hands to their mouths when, last of all, Jump the pony came into view. Colin sat up slowly and stared and stared. He had never imagined this – how could he? He had never talked to a boy in his whole life . . . or held a new-born lamb in his lap. At first, he was too happy to speak. Soon it was as if the three had been friends always.
“Spring has sprung! The garden is full of butterflies!” cried Mary. “I’ve got to see them!” cried Colin. “I must!”
“Best come along, then!” said Dickon.
The doctor fussed and fretted, but Colin was
not listening. “I’m going out. Dickon and Mary will push me. No one else can come.”