i32 THE SECRET GARDEN
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 round the pale green points.
" I did it," said Mary.
" Why, I thought tha' didn't know nothin' about gardenin'," he exclaimed.
" 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. So I made a place for them. 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 daffydowridillys. Eh! they will be a sight."
He ran from one clearing to another.
1 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 growing stronger. I used always to be tired.