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tions. She was almost as curious about Dickon as she was about the deserted garden. But just that moment the robin, who had ended his song, gave a little shake of his wings, spread them and flew away. He had made his visit and had other things to do.
" He has flown over the wall! " Mary cried out, watching him. " He has flown into the orchard — he has flown across the other wall — into the garden where there is no door! "
" He lives there," said old Ben. " He came out o' th' egg there. If he's courtin', he's makin' up to some young madam of a robin that lives among th' old rose-trees there."
" Rose-trees," said Mary. " i\re there rose-trees? "
Ben Weatherstaff took up his spade again and began to dig.
" There was ten year' ago," he mumbled.
" I should like to see them," said Mary. "Where is the green door? There must be a door somewhere."
Ben drove his spade deep and looked as uncompanionable as he had looked when she first saw him.
" There was ten year' ago, but there isn't now," he said.
" No door! " cried Mary. " There must be." |
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