THE CRY IN THE CORRIDOR 59
That reminded Mary of the first time she had seen him. He had been swinging on a tree-top then and she had been standing in the orchard. Now she was on the other side of the orchard and standing in the path outside a wall — much lower down — and there was the same tree inside.
" It's in the garden no one can go into," she said to herself. " It's the garden without a door. He lives in there. How I wish I could see what it is like!"
She ran up the walk to the green door she had entered the first morning. Then she ran down the path through the other door and then into the orchard, and when she stood and looked up there was the tree on the other side of the wall, and there was the robin just finishing his song and beginning to preen his feathers with his beak.
" It is the garden," she said. " I am sure it is."
She walked round and looked closely at that side of the orchard wall, but she only found what she had found before — that there was no door in it. Then she ran through the kitchen-gardens again and out into the walk outside the long ivy-covered wall, and she walked to the end of it and looked at it, but there was no door; and then she